[Optimist, huh? That doesn't suit the kid one bit, not when they were spouting things about death and fire just a second ago, but hey. Who's he to judge or say anything? Guzma's brows lift up and he hums quietly, putting his hands on his knees as he shifts into a squatting position, his back lightly against the stone.]

Ain't gonna be holding my breath, but I could sure as heck use an actual vacation. [If one could call...whatever this is that.] 'Welcome to paradise, cousin'...heh.