"A job bring'n in mail. Lotta people have a lot t'say to folk in here." That's not the whole of it and they both know it- she'd seen the glow of his hand while sharing the tent for all that he'd tried to cover it up on account of it being unreasonably cold. Still. In the interest of cooperation he picks at his bracer to peel it off, looking more at his hand than at her.

"And I heard tell that this was the place t'be if you had one of these nice bits of shine in your palm. That here I'd find answers, maybe a way to get rid of it. Nobody's given me much of either but stick'n it out till we find answers don't seem all that bad. Besides. The company's kinda pleasant." He winks. Actually winks over a slight smile, turning his hand about so she could see the shard that landed him in this chair.