He's quiet a minute, thinking about that. He's not talked about it much, though around here he has been feeling things out, wondering. He considers Ben, the things he remembers when he read up on the family.

"But at least no one else took the rap and went to prison for what you did," he points out softly, shrugging as he looks away, patting his pocket until he finds his cigarettes. "Let me guess, can't smoke in here, huh?"