I own a knife and t'e skill to carve out whatever my imagination supplies me. T'at should be enough.

[The town is as small and dusty as Teufort, but the patrons are smart enough to look wary as the two enter. Spy tugs at his suit jacket, closes it over his jumpsuit, smooths back his hair.]

Anyway, I 'ave contacts bot' 'ere and overseas. 'Opefully my absence will be overlooked.