For whatever reason, Itachi's response put Darran in a slightly better mood. Needling someone who was trying to stay cool? That, at least, felt familiar in a good way. As if he'd been invited, Dar plunked himself down on the bench opposite, still smiling to beat the band. "Oh, yeah? What kind of things might you need then, Mr. I-Fight-My-Own-Fights?"

He wasn't holding out much hope to barter for the other man's rations, still, but he was curious.