"Yeah? What field?" he asks casually, making polite conversation. At the very least, it's worth his time to get to know what his fellow drifters specialize in, in case any of that information would serve valuable.

"Depending on how far we have to go, I might just have to employ the age-old tradition of walking it off."

Deacon sighs, the shifts in the architecture slightly disorienting as he moves along the hall, but as long as he doesn't have to scale any ledges over a significant drop, his stomach'll hold its lunch.