He seemed beyond tired, not that she could blame him after what he must have seen. His scent wasn't strange for a mechanic, but there were some she didn't recognize, tart and bitter to her senses, ones tinged with an edge she couldn't name.

"I know some of the island," she replied, unwilling to bring up anything that might send Nerrin into a state that would cause her dismissal, "Where do you think you were?"

His perception might be just as important as the truth, whatever the truth actually was.