"Where does a sleeve come from?" He gives Ricki an incredulous look before remembering that no one here knows about sleeves and stacks aside from what he's told them. No one's going to know what he means when he talks about them which just leaves him in the unenviable position of explaining it.

Quell was so much better at this shit.

"Well, you're not going to be able to buy one at the store." Not unless you were a Meth, something Kovacs was most definitely not. "Someone dies, you've got yourself a sleeve. You take what you can afford."