Let no one say he doesn’t have manners. Tsukishima gives a slight bow. “Thank you.” If nothing else, it seems like he’s chosen a knowledgeable person in this area. He’s not expecting- or wanting- a whole medical course, but it seems like he’ll have a good teacher for first aid.

Yet simple acceptance gives way for some bit of curiosity. The things Sam is talking about… It sounds intense. More intense than he would have ever guessed on his own before this conversation. He’d assumed, in his head, that Sam had those kind of skills because he’d been in the army or something like that. Taught wilderness survival classes. Those kinds of things. But thirteen is young. Tsukishima can’t really imagine what life would lead to needing skills like that.

Oh, but wait… “You’re American, right? Did your family do a lot of hunting or something like that?”