Len isn't sure if it's his general dubiousness and paranoia or if the stranger just strikes him as too congenial, but it sounds like the kind of response that comes too easy - particularly since it's about caravanning. He has plenty of experience in that line of work himself; somehow it seems an odder statement to make than the one about cazadores.

The man keeps it vague, too. All caravanners have a reliable base of operations.

"It's Len," he says, offering his hand for an introductory shake. "And don't worry about it."