Nn, I don't think they got microphones in them... [ He says with a curious squint, raising a wrist closer to his face so he can observe one of the bracelets more carefully as if he's never bothered looking before now.

And then he thumps it back down onto the bar top, none the wiser after that little investigation. ]

I think we're still good for a bit of hijinks, babe, what's the worst they're gonna do? Slap another week onto my sentence? Hah, real bloody hardship. [ Another light cackle of a laugh. ]

You want the dirty details then? 'Bout my bloody courageous fight against the system?