"Resistance?" Danni asked, pulling his prized possession back towards himself. It was the one thing he couldn't lose. His sandy, wavy hair was retamed, pushed back by one hand as the other tied the bandana, or more accurately, the solidarity scarf, around at at the back of his neck, "against what?" He looked up to see Fossil crying. He jumped up in surprise, his manic energy refusing to quit. "D-don't cry," he said nervously, "I'm here, you're here, that's good, isn't it?" It felt strange to know he had been missed. During his travels, no one had known him. He had to reinstate himself to them, on the rare occasion making a fake name for fun. It vaguely niggled at him that his name back in Loren had been Whistler. He apparently trusted these people, to have given his real name on a whim. Maybe it had been his mother. Danni didn't strictly believe in ghosts or guardian spirits, but if it gave the slim chance that she was still watching him, it made him happy.<br/>He felt a prick in the back of his neck, and turned to see the man who had given him the uniform, resting. Danni relaxed slightly. If this man really had worked in the mines, he would probably not feel very at ease around a former slave to the rocks. But still, the normally peaceful Danni couldn't help but want to cut the bastard's throat, if he had been involved.