Collins moved in the fashion of a nod without quite seeming to. His expression remained thoughtful. That was quite the leap in years and Collins could see where a man from an older time like that could go seriously wrong. Considering the fact that the man was a former inmate and a pirate captain, it wasn't hard to see where that path had led.

Unlike a social outcast, Collins knew how to move through a crowd. He knew how to keep his head low. He blended in easily with his nondescript looks and demeanor. But would this society be as easy to disappear into? He thought it wouldn't be that hard, certainly not as hard as it had been for poor Givens's husband. Strange thought that. Collins let it slide so he didn't have to think about it at all.

"My condolences," he said with little affection but with a slight bow of his head to convey the attempt at earnestness. "I can manage ta survive tha people, bull. It's tha not havin' anything ta keep me occupied that you should be worried about." That he was worried about. He could do menial jobs that no one asked many questions about without having to worry about his lack of documented life here. But that would never satisfy a man like him. Sooner or later something would go wrong. He needed something more challenging to do with his time in this new world.