Ed himself doesn't stop toying with his own captive until Izzy sets it right. To say he's impressed by the stranger's assistance would be an understatement, but he's also overwhelmingly grateful, and frankly feels lucky to have come across such an asset. Izzy Hands wanted tenure on a ship, Ed will grant it no questions asked.

Ed eases off the goon he had pinned, knife and eyes both trained on him as he backs out of the establishment with Izzy and their prize.

"Your cargo is waiting at the docks. I suggest you get a move on it. Our captain doesn't like to be kept waiting." Ed growls-- It had been a trade, after all.

Waiting until they're well outside of the building to let his guard down, Ed's demeanor changes drastically. It isn't just relief, it's pure fucking joy. Ed claps a hand on each side of Izzy’s shoulders, grinning down at him with wide eyes. "That was fucking incredible!" he exclaims, offering a hand then to help carry the bag. "C'mon, let's get this back to the ship and take our cut."