"Krok." He gets the feeling that Krok isn't being entirely forthcoming with the truth, but he won't try to twist it out from him. The physical reaction is subtle, but he catches it. Quietly, Fulcrum settles his hand onto Krok's wrist. "Okay."

If he says so. For now.

"Well, that's good. So maybe things will be easygoing for us while we're stuck here. It'll be nice to be somewhere where we don't have scrape by, right?"