Reno's attitude sobered somewhat as Karla pushed the conversation along. He figured he had a pretty good idea of what to expect, here.

"Most people I know of who grew up sheltered don't give two shits about learnin' otherwise until there's already one hell of a mess that needs pickin' up," he noted, idly. "You got questions, ask 'em. I'm an open book, yoto."

Except where he wasn't, but that probably wouldn't be an issue.

[That's totally fine! We shall slowplay like the wind!]