"Really? Never really worked with a group that large before. But I could see how that would turn to chaos pretty quick." He couldn't help ideally wondering just how often she was one of the ones doing the stabbing but quickly pushed the thought away. That kind of suspicious speculation of an impromptu ally was far from productive. Instead, he latched onto the topic of what was in the books, responding with a shorty, dry, nervous laugh. "Heh, so in that way, it's like most American towns."

The question of how long he'd been on the rig gets him to worry at the edge of his lip, brow creasing at the realization that he actually has to think about it. That was...kind of unsettling.

"Three weeks I think. Time gets kind of funny when you don't see the sun and every day is pretty much the same. I've been mostly keeping track of the days based on our training schedules. If I have to be in the gym by five, it's a day that starts with a T and we begin by getting drop kicked into heck." It didn't take being on the Rig long to figure out he wasn't a fan of their training sessions. Never again would he complain about a vanilla gym class. He'd always had the opinion that physed teachers were sadistic but Planker really took that to a whole new level.