While Nick had never personally been in an opium den before, he still got that impression from Tonic's quarters. The platonic ideal of an opium den, just add drugs.

He stepped inside, a bit stiff as he closed the door behind him. Both because he was bad at asking for help and the soreness of his side.

"... I think my ribs might have been more messed up than I thought from the last job," the last job, not the whole getting hassled by cops. "You said I could ask you for help anytime. So."