Though he wouldn't pick a place like this over their last stop, he can't deny he's a better match for the scenery around here. He looks right at home in these seedier places and watching how the other travellers have taken to it, or not, has been proving illuminating.

While she sits, he steps out of the shadows. Cigar smouldering, he taps his temple about where her light is. "That wasn't always blinkin' like that, was it?" he asks. The air on the last island did go to his head, but he'd like to think he wasn't so out of it as to miss a thing like that.