He would have known. He was sure that he would have known. He should have laid eyes on Jeff himself. He'd failed her with his lack of due diligence. The lack of demand. She loosens the hug and he does too. The gun is a bit of an internal wrestle and he holds onto it for it as it all dances over the subtle edges of his features but in the end, he chooses to trust her and lets it go. Chooses to trust that she won't use it on him.

"Signed it over to relatives up the mountain to repay all of Arlo's thefts and sins." He looks around as he steps back, hand propping on his gun. "They're keepin' it up well."

He looks back to her, expression serious. God he'd missed her. Thought about if she was okay and happy and safe where ever she was. And here she is, making him ask some really hard questions.

"Tell me what's goin' on, Athena. Tell me what you're doin' here and what's next." So that he can help, so that he can keep her safe. So he can do his job.