Shadewood instinct

"Hmmm," hummed Macintosh with a press of his lips into a contemplative line. He'd been hoping for some information on their surroundings, but it was likely that Bowie knew only as much as he did, and nothing more. It was equally possible that the man was a wealth of knowledge, but he couldn't guess at that. It seemed that Mac and Bowie were of mutually little benefit to one another short of teaming up for a time, but that had its own share of potential problems.

"I'm sorry you got lost in it," he said instead, choosing to manage some small talk instead of action. He wasn't a fan of small talk, but it didn't hurt Mac any to engage in it, either. "I came from a nice, prosperous place, thinking I'd find a taste of adventure out here, but all's I taste is dust." As if Bowie cared, Macintosh smiled and shook his head, then asked, "how 'bout you? Nice place to return to if you can find your way?"