“What sort of scrap did you get yourselves into?” he asked, more to keep up the friendly vibe than actual understanding. “I know that I’m probably not in Canada now, so… any rival tribes I should know about?” Burrow chattered back with a wide grin, only further ramming home the point that communication was still shaky. “I guess not.” Wondering what they wanted, he tapped his fingers on the tool set nervously. “So, I don’t suppose that you little buggers are keeping me around because of my charming personality?”