"...That would make more sense, wouldn't it? But alas, no. Their motivations remain ever mysterious." He loses a moment, admiring that arm. A warrior woman, then? Dangerous. Beautiful.

Precisely the kind he will do something foolish for in short order.

Self awareness doesn't save him from being a fool. He offers a hand, head tipped back inside. "So far it seems as though we all band together. Perhaps barter skills for skill, since not everyone knows how to hunt or sew or cook. I can tell you more over lunch, perhaps?"