[Yes, Caitlyn was definitely the kind of cop that would object to any sort of cordial relationship between drug-dealers and police. But she was less worried about the odd smuggler, or anything like that. Her objections were...specific, directed mostly at people who do great harm, over those that merely break petty laws.]

Very well. [She folds her fingers together and shrugs. He asked.]

Silco is a drug-dealer. He's poisoned the people that he claims to be fighting for, and he's more or less destroyed Zaun as it was over the course of only a few years. The introduction of highly addictive substances destabilized the tenuous peace between our cities and turned an already suffering people's plight for the worse. Moreover, he's literally destroying the bodies of those who take his drugs, as Shimmer ravages the body when one comes down from the high.

[A pause.]

He'll doubtless blame Piltover for the suffering of his city's, and he isn't wholly wrong. Piltover has done wrong there, exploiting the impoverished as sources of cheap labor, among other terrible colonialist crimes. [Basically the same thing the British Empire did] However by preying upon the desperate, or having his thugs and dealers do so, he's actively making a bad situation worse, for the love of money. If you seek to work with him, I'd simply caution you that he will betray you if he sees personal gain in it.

Also, you should understand that Silco does consider me to be a symbol of a people he hates, and I would appreciate anything he has to say about me being taken with the same grain of salt you should take when considering what I've said on him. He's not wrong to hate Piltover, as I should reiterate. My forebears have done great evil, and they are not blameless, but I would say that he's done more individual harm than any single Piltovan citizen.