"Aren't we all, deep down?" He snorts, because he can't really buy into that deep spiritual ship. "Yeah, I'm looking for something."

There's no point in pretending he isn't. Why else would he or any of the other interlopers be out here? Though he wonders if, based on her cool greeting, he's about to get lunged at so she can keep all the finds for herself.

That'd be fun.

"Any luck so far?"