Golden eyes flit from the engine to Grey, a mildly annoyed look crossing his face at the blatant disregard for the attempt of changing topic because honestly, would it kill the guy to let the bone go every now and then? Then he sighs and stares down at his hands again, no longer working on the engine as he quietly asks, "Is that score ever gonna be settled, though? Feels a bit like you're fighting an uphill battle, here."

To find peace in all the chaos. To make ends meet. To not just want to watch the town burn for all the pain that seems to constantly be brewed here.