There was something to be said about the situation that it had Sevika spooked. He'd known her to be surprised, cautious and maybe even frightened enough to beat a retreat once or twice. But spooked? He didn't think it was possible any more than he thought he could spooked, and that only created a greater impact to her tale.

Even now, he was aware that it affected her, that recounting the events was as fresh for her as the cannery was for him. He reached into his pocket for his matches when she couldn't convince her fingers to light the golden monstrosity. He reached out to flip the lid closed on the lighter, replacing it instead with a match which he flicked with his thumb to light for her.

"Maybe, maybe not. Is there a reason that this information hasn't been provided to him?" Silco, he meant. Obviously. "Pilties I can see. They don't have the same constitution."