[Jopson's never had someone say that to him. That they would like to visit. To see him. Perhaps it's a little bit of a dream to think they'll ever get out, but he can indulge a little.]

I'd like that.

[He returns to the task at hand, frowning as he surveys the land.]

Rabbits. Birds. Anything. Growing up, that's how I fed myself and my mother and brother. Out here, it's more difficult.