Don't see why you wouldn't be; you're helping us out, ain't ya? [ Considering the situation at hand he's in a relatively good mood working alongside her. They're doing something productive, her spirits are high, what's not to love? Rising tides and boats and all that. ] Which, thanks for this. I'd've probably had to have taken a break by now, but you got stamina for days.

[ Because he has slowed down some as he's worked to gather plant matter in its own little soon-to-be-flammable pile, the notion of walking back and forth and gathering and transporting starting to get a little taxing. That and he's less a god, more a regular human, so he can only keep up so much. Still, no complaints from him. Just a bit of a slower pace is all. ]

Shit, I dunno if I've ever seen any bloodshed here. Don't get me wrong, I've only been here a handful of months myself, but everyone's been getting along just fine as far as I know. Springstar's got a good bar and brothel selection. It'd be weird if I had to fight my way over there just to spend some coin.

[ Like, let him contribute to the economy in peace, you know? Why would it matter that he's a Zenite and ultimately working to ensure Meridian doesn't get what they want? No skin off his nose.

He huffs a sigh as he sets his latest carry down, takes a second to remove a glove to wipe sweat off his brow. Shit, this is good for a workout. Helps beat the cold, too.

And, getting right back to it as he goes over to collect the next debris she's got waiting for him (and as she continues to create more), ] Should probably get a drink when this is all under control.

[ What do ya say, Quetz?? ]