Sounds like you're a little bit jaded on the idealism that usually comes with police work, from everything you've said.

[He takes another drink of his beer.]

That's good though. Means you won't be played for a fool, and you won't get yourself killed by someone tryin' to show off.

[He's not too worried about the Rockets, so he just chuckles at that in that wry gravel of his. Yeah, even the part about being shot and obliterated. He's spent so long running from the Man with the Golden Gun he gets it. Only Shin Malphur wouldn't leave anything behind. The last guy he shot ended up a smear of soot against rock.]

[Drifter's gotten good at being the last man in the room, either through strategy or by murdering everyone else in it that's pulled a gun.]