Now she's saying things that have his attention. Many have talked about being here, but not for that kind of time, not for years. Shifting a bit closer, not invading her space but wanting to show the interest he suddenly feels at that admission.

"Years? Really? No one else speaks of having been here that long. Just how long have you been here, wherever here is?" He shakes his head, still wanting so many answers and suddenly realizing he may have found a source for them.

"Most seem to be from a time with only supermarkets and catering, and I'm curious to see what's going to happen come winter." Pausing only a moment and then... "I assume those winters are fairly harsh? I'm used to it where I'm from."

All of it. Even if it's been a lot of decades since he's had to care about making a living, but he's capable of it. He nods though.

"Already looking into tanning hides and doing the best I can to preserve things I kill. As well as gathering the tubers and such. Stew will get a person through a lot of cold winters," he says with a shrug.