[ Okay, mental note: no sarcasm with this guy, and definitely no Shakespeare quotes. He holds off on any talking back when good ol' Mr. Eames starts chatting away, and he listens.

Doesn't mean all of it, or even any of it, will be useful, but he'll hear it all, file away the information just on the off chance it might serve him well for something. He's yet trying to understand his circumstances here, what his freedom and range of movement is, but he does know that getting back isn't going to be all that easy, so he may as well figure out some ways to find steady footing here.

Figuratively speaking. As steady as one's footing can get on a ship at sea. ]

Well, maybe the Rope owes him something. Not a gentlemanly gesture, but— would you say your Captain's the type of man who pays his debts?

[ A pause. ]

And I thought you weren't pirates.

[ Sorry, can't help himself. ]