"I suppose a congratulations, if belated, is in order," Delta sighs. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a card. Yeah, he keeps some of Omega's contact information on him.

"If you're hurt on a job and need help, my older brother does support for mercs."

Still, it's frustrating. Why can't he make friends who are normal? "I suppose the clothes I helped you find aren't at all suited to your work. For that I'm sorry."

Maybe he's sobered up a bit.