"Turf war...?" Alice repeated, as the merchant finished wrapping the keyboard up. She took the parcel, tucking it under one arm and thanked him as politely as she could without sounding too distracted.

"I take it that it's nothing like an actual gang fight," she said. She'd seen those, especially around the docks when Splatter and his gang got riled. There was always a body count when the coppers came to clean up the aftermath.

"More like play-fighting, right?" She added hopefully.