[Ex-mafia swordsman sounds familiar. Rumlow wonders if he's the same one he's thinking of. He's met a few people since arriving, mostly keeps tabs via the hellnet. He keeps his personal relationships to a relative minimum.]

Yeah, you're telling me. Guess it's just all a part of business as usual down here. Chaos, public humiliation, mass round ups. [A snort.] All for the amusement of the heads of state -- or Brimstone. Which seems as much the government as anything else.

[Their drinks come, and Rumlow nods his thanks to the server. His hand wraps around the glass, blessedly cool. He lifts it to his lips, takes a sip. Ah, that familiar burn.]