"I do happen to enjoy gossip. People underestimate the power of information, especially their own personal information." He shrugged, perfectly capable of being the reservoir of that information and keeping it safe. He liked a strong and stable community after all and that required a level of trust.

He raised his eyebrow, and it seemed to him that they were in the process of their own improvisation. This wasn't his weirdest lap story, but it was definitely improving his mood after that nastiness on the train. "Ah, a man going with the flow and see what's out there, hmmm? Are you more trouble sober or inebriated? Need to gauge how I'm going to sweet talk us out of being arrested eventually."

There was also the weird signage with the slash marks that he had no idea what to make the purpose of. Unfortunately, there was a lot he didn't know, and it seemed risky business to be on that boat. "Everyone seems to form loose groups from what I've seen," he remarked based on his few months here. Watching people and studying the network was the best information he had. "Making friends has never been my problem in the past. I've been gifted with being the socialite and being able to defend my friends when I need to."

He made a point of flexing his forearm under those fingers. His other hand, draped over Cid's shoulders slid further so he could pluck the bottle from the other man's fingers and bring it around to his lips for a sip. He offered it back a moment later.

"You seem good at disarming people. I assume you have plenty of friends?"