Nice gig, he thinks to himself.

"You have much luck with that?" The look on his face says little beyond skepticism, but he smiles back, "I mean, you've got a gang of strangers here who've been kidnapped n'forced to fight to the death. Can't be easy to form any sort of trust-based bonds, y'know?"

Or maybe everyone wasn't as thoroughly paranoid and distrustful as he was. Is.

"Then again, my dad would tell me everyone should get the benefit of the doubt... and then probably teach you how to kick someone's ass. He's a funny old guy."