At least the world Above tended to have a few more career paths to choose from, even if a lot of them were still shitty. It was a lot harder to start anything Below that wasn't part of either a brothel or a gang, and the so-called business owners still were often intermingled with one or both. But Eldians did tend to get the short end of the stick all around the world.

"Yeah, I--" he hesitates for a moment, but then decides that bragging to a stranger is a perfectly valid course of action, considering how little praise he received from others, and puffs his chest out a little bit. "I'm good with this sort of stuff! Like-- moving, and..." Fighting, he'd say, but he's suddenly hesitant to say that. He could hold his own well enough by now, but he didn't want to go around picking fights with bigger people just for the hell of it. He would defend himself, but he preferred not starting anything when he could. He settles on the concept of trajectory prediction, but he doesn't have the words for it. "...ya know, guessing where things are gonna be next."

He looks a little interested when Galliard offers him another jar but after some consideration he pouts slightly, hugging his own jar closer and taking a step back. He likes this one, and he also likes the shiny bugs and he doesn't want to trap more of them than he needs for his own lantern.

"Nah, 'm good."