"They're a bit cut and dry to be exactly like home. Involves a bit of lookin' sometimes, if there's anythin' to be found. I'm lucky, I suppose." The word 'lucky' almost spat like a curse for the briefest moment.

"Empath is it? Curse of an ability. I'd be dead before I dealt with it meself." At least he was honest. "Most empaths I ever knew ended up dead sooner or later. Don't go to Everglade then, tisn't anything I can do what to shield ye from zombies and vampires if that is what ails ye."

He shifts the bags a touch.

"Cassian Lynch, don't bother tackin' on Father unless it's in a church."