These gestures have weight to them. An offered cigarette, the exchange of information. The give and take of work. Carver eyes Vander a moment, calculating, but he takes the hammer and goes to work. He might not know much about trains, but he can recognize when an angle's been changed to certain effect.

Why not? He has no reason not to play this game out.

"Kukri knife." He gestures briefly to the blade sheathed openly at his side. "Or a gun. Those aren't so easy to get around here, though. What're you revolting against?"