Kas kept his mouth shut for the first time, it tasted like veil. Baby cow mashed into a paste... that's what he tasted like. Fighting the erg to ask about the other's secrets, knowing they'd like one in return. Instead he merely put the letters in his pocket and looked out the window nodding to the other's words. Who the hell was mr. x? Not a subtle man, he was more blunt then he had thought. Frowning at a sharp turn in there knowledge he dreaded a week with these people.