( Now that's a question — one that has him sucking his teeth thoughtfully as he visibly considers the answer. It's a matter of whether he plans to interpret these days as in recently back home, or these days as in here and now in this city. Then, just exactly how honest, how specific, how much he feels like giving away.

Well, he's not here to shut the conversation down. If he wanted that, he wouldn't have initiated it in the first place. He's also not all that interested in putting complicated, unpleasant truths out there on a whim, so... )

Construction for a while. Then traveling for a while after that. Still figuring out what to do with myself here, but I'm holding down the fort at the Stock Market downtown in the meantime.

( Maybe Logan's heard of it, maybe he hasn't — it's the shittier, less successful competitor to Jolly Roger Munitions. Good ol' Jolly Roger never has any instructors around, though, and the owner's hoping they can steal a little of their business if they've got one on offer.

He doesn't volunteer that it's a part-time gig right now while the business struggles to find a footing, that he gets the other half of his money by pawning the equipment he kindly relieves from raiders and looters who made the last bad choices they'll ever make. )

How 'bout you?

( Lines up his shot; bounces the cue ball off the side, into a stripe that knocks a solid into the pocket. Not bad. )