In spite of herself, she smiled at the reference. He had a feeling about him, smudged like smoke and velvet, a friendliness that didn't grate by presuming intimacy or forcing cheer. It took very little insight to see that, like her, he'd encountered the dark and been changed by it; he wore shadow like a cloak.

"Plant husbandry," she answered him without dissembling or snark. He hadn't provoked her yet. "I don't care for being at the mercy of our captors for a food supply. There's land, it will take only a little labor to make it arable, and thirty-some people with very little else to do."