"Hm.", he only shrugged, "Don't know, can't read- don't care to read.", it was an honesty thing. He knew how little reading would help him in the long-run. The better educated a man, the closer he came to corruption. He, however; was a cunning man- and would not fall so easily to the corrupting ways. Maybe. But, as she talked; his eyes closed and he listened; intently so. The world sounded quite lovely actually; if he were to go- he might enjoy himself. That is, if the natives didn't kill him. But, at the mention of monsters, he only chuckles a bit, before raising his left arm, pointing to a particularly ornate scar that ran from his wrist almost to his neck, it spiraling around and holding lesser scars within it as if it were some sort of meandering serpent. Ending in a tell-tale Ork Skull brand on his hand. A bright, almost frightening grin was on his face, "Fought orks, lots of orks. Fought well, killed big bossman with rocket launcher.", he seemed pleased.<br/><br/>"He made big explosion, guts and ork everywhere. Was quite funny, until the smell.", he seemed to remember that fondly. Of, course; he only looked at her oddly when she asked 'had he worked here before'. This, made him pause; he was thinking back to the Seraphina's Pride, a Rogue Trader Vessel he'd served on for well into three or four years; his time. He only thought and thought some more, before shaking his head. Only offering a slow shrug, "I have worked with a Rogue Trader before, aboard the Seraphina's Pride. The ship touched down and I was left behind; as per Inquisitor Enoch Brulla's orders. I... Do not know why I was invited. Just that I was."<br/><br/>He, looked at her curiously, before gently patting her back, "Do not worry too much, Rogue Traders are... Odd- you will impress, I am very certain. Warrior.", the last bit was said almost soothingly, as a term of endearment almost. Kind of cute, when one thought of it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>