Barbie's hands come up instantly, showing he isn't armed. That he shifts, making sure his weight is balanced and he is centered is something else entirely. He isn't looking for a fight, but he's not looking to be gutted either.

"Already too late," he says, thinking about the words that he hadn't been able to stop. "Had a truck barreling down on me when I ended up here. What should I talk about? This place? Sorry. I'm pretty new here myself, but I can tell you what I've learned."