[ She's got good form; consider his traversing back and forth between collecting the plants she chops off and stacking them in a safer location a short distance away an implicit approval of the work she's doing. ]

Yeah? I was in Springstar for a minute a bit ago. Saw some people being nutty, but nothing like what we got here.

[ It's a casual musing thrown over his shoulder back at her, not something he's putting a whole lot of stock into. After all, it's not like it's a big deal or means anything, right? Just the way things are sometimes.

He does take a moment to stop when he comes back to gather his next round of plant matter she's cut down, though. It's the question in her voice, the sincerity that comes with it that makes him feel that this shouldn't be a throwaway answer he gives her while working. He can afford to stop for a minute. Give her the distance she needs to keep working, since he isn't keen on losing any body parts in a workplace accident, but really give her all of his attention, too. ]

But yeah, 'course it's okay. This ain't got anything to do with war, it's just... [ he stops, vaguely gestures towards the roots still off to his side, ] some shit. Not like any of us are getting off easy here anyway, so.

[ He can start collecting his next pile of detritus. Pause again from where he's leaned down, looking back up at her. ]

Not that I think anyone's gonna give you shit for being here, but anyone does, feel free to namedrop me. I dunno if that'll actually do anything, but it might. But I mean, you're helping. Who's gonna have a problem with that?

[ Sociopaths?? Probably sociopaths, so fuck those guys anyway. ]