" What’s it like out there?” I asked Zyt, falling into step beside him.
“Well, at first there was a lot of looting,” Zyt said. A lock of hair fell against his cheek. “Good for business. But then Lazmet took power, and that pretty much scared sense into everyone. He imposed a curfew, started rounding people up and arresting them, stuff like that. Bad for business.”
“What business are you in, exactly?” I said.
“Smuggling,” Zyt said. His eyelids fell heavy over his eyes, narrowing them somewhat, and he had a mouth given to smiles. He gave me one then. “Mostly medicine, but we smuggle whatever’s lucrative--supplies, weapons, whatever.”
“Ever smuggle fruit?” I said.
“Fruit?” Zyt raised his eyebrows. "

― Veronica Roth , The Fates Divide (Carve the Mark, #2)