That lack of an answer, it's an answer itself, isn't it?
"Ain't asked after much," he admits. It's been enough to try to get his feet under him, get used to being here. He's heard a little of the trouble the Saviors have caused. Knows they've lost people, though he hasn't got the full list of who. It's not like him to not want to know.
He's busy trying not to worry about having been set loose. About what might be coming after him. About what might happen to whoever-- he has his suspicions-- slipped him the key.
The thought of going back there--
He can't think about it.
"Never mind." Soon enough he'll get the full story, no doubt. For a moment he thinks it through, changes the subject a little.
no subject
"Ain't asked after much," he admits. It's been enough to try to get his feet under him, get used to being here. He's heard a little of the trouble the Saviors have caused. Knows they've lost people, though he hasn't got the full list of who. It's not like him to not want to know.
He's busy trying not to worry about having been set loose. About what might be coming after him. About what might happen to whoever-- he has his suspicions-- slipped him the key.
The thought of going back there--
He can't think about it.
"Never mind." Soon enough he'll get the full story, no doubt. For a moment he thinks it through, changes the subject a little.
"You here for Maggie?"