[ Speaking as she does about it, and that that would be her intention, his attention flickers for a moment in thoughtful realization—is she a survivalist then? Someone who lives in the wilderness? Or perhaps just ventures out frequently to hunt or gather.

Her comment gets a sheepish sort of laugh from him though, and he taps a finger against his cheek momentarily with a gloved finger. Tim, meanwhile, slowly twists his head about while watching her animus with great interest and wide, unblinking owlish eyes. Haha, luck...

He doesn't believe in luck except the kind you make for yourself. ]

Not luck so much as my master... he, ah, believed one should always be able to land on one's feet. Or at least not break their back. [ He says it so diplomatically. Best not to consider the implications... ]

Though I guess I am lucky you came by. [ It's a turn of phrase. ] Thank you.