Seems like, good people, safety. Owen can't hear that kind of talk and not feel like someone's trying to fleece him in a different language, one they don't think he knows.

"I'll believe that enough to break this down for you despite the waste of daylight, and then I'll believe it enough to think you aren't the type to keep a man from moving freely through your little town," he says, not crossing his arms despite the impulse. He keeps them at his sides, ready but visible, hands empty. "This place is just getting out of winter, so food you've got is old stores or comes out of those woods. The numbers you think keep you so safe are only enough to keep this place in order because these powers that be already gave you what you have. So you do need an idea of what's out there, and I'm not asking to go get that idea for you, because I already plan to do it."