[He snorts, but he's all too willing to drop the topic. His own mutations are not a fun topic of conversation right now, especially since he's seen a few more arachne citizens around since he first got here.

She scoots in first, leaning against him, a solid warmth that he appreciates in the cooling weather. He slips his arm around her before it becomes a conscious thought, settling there easily.

He laughs.] You're tellin' me. I'm getting too old for stowing away and sleeping rough. Hopefully you'll settle for drinking right now since I'm not sure what food places are open nearby.