That's...pretty touching, actually? Taako knows a guard-lowering when he sees it. For the trillionth time, and always against his better judgment...at least the people on the island don't suck, even if the island itself and its just general, everything, are hot liquid garbage. It coulda been way different. A hundred years, a hundred planes, it coulda been way worse. There's worse things than people making even small shows of trust, earned on his sister's credit. It isn't safety or comfort, and he still definitely doesn't belong here, but. That, and the lack of a palpable sense of impending doom, can really get some mileage.

"That's the spirit, no wonder Lup likes you." Kid's just a riot, fake name, deadpan and all. He's pretty sure he wasn't this put together as a child. "Though, if you really want style, you should drop by the store some time. Tiger print is really in this season, if you like stripes." He grins lazily up at them, more relaxed himself, since the kid seems to be handling this mission well enough to keep a blase attitude, and that's what counts, really. Yeah, this probably is his knifechild analog. "Bring your sib, they're cool too." Though he wishes they hadn't set this precedent of politeness he doesn't understand, what's next, thank you notes, Candlenights cards? "I'm glad you ran into Lup when shit popped off, that probably could have gone worse."