[ Sigma hummed a little, it was a fair question. His definition of quiet was probably a little different from what Mark was thinking. ‘Quiet’ more or less meant no bombs going off or people using him and his home to further a plot and ‘silence’ the loose end that he was. He just wanted a home that couldn’t be taken from him, where no one could use him and then discard him… Quiet was just easier to say.

So he smiled a bit, shaking his head with a rustle of his earrings. ]

Quiet might not have been the most accurate way to put it, compared to the kind of noise I’m used to. Like I wouldn’t mind living in the city, I just wouldn’t want there to be a party invading my space every night and overly pushy neighbors insisting on one thing or another every time I turn around.