"I admit, my life is a little bit better here not serving as a mercenary," he shrugs. So yeah, adapting to this place, accepting it as the gift it can be, as the place that has Billy, he's not going to hesitate over that. However, there's more to his concern than that. "People have died here, Rosa. Adapt, or run the risk of dying."

He watches her eye the facilities, and trust him, he thinks they are lacking too. He's still got to figure out where he's going to get good sand to go into the bag. It's all a work in progress. At the most generous.

"You're welcome," he says, and his tone says he gets it. How hard that was for her to say. Because she reminds him of his brother, and anything resembling those words were hard one.