"Every couple of weeks, usually. Sometimes once a week, when things are shit," Zenigata said, voice still low. "I've heard people get auras-- but mine kind of looks person shaped. It's weird. Like somebody put a monkey in a blue coat and then stuck him at the corner of my eye."

He rubs his eyebrow over his left eye, as if to indicate on which side the man stood; sinister, not dexter.

"Sorry I threw you out. I was just-- right down the rabbit hole by the time I made it home." He grimaced; smoking and dry mouth were a terrible combo, but he needed the fix. "Best I did not to puke in the cabbie's car."