Jiao was probably right in her expectations, but Kellan didn't yet know enough about Caido's biases and xenophobia to realize what he was getting into. "What do you mean?" he asked, cautious and unsure why people wouldn't want to talk to him, except perhaps for impatience with a fool who didn't know their ways, or perhaps a general distrust of outsiders. He was hardly a stranger to that mindset, having experienced it from both bigoted Hidden who spurned the half-human child and later from the humans he glamoured himself to blend in with, for whom strangers were often a source of danger - or a mark to be taken advantage of.
The crew she had suggested talking to had given him a flicker of hope that he might be able to make some headway, but that hope was dashed a moment later as she seemed to change her mind after sharing a single name, turning cagey and secretive. He wilted at the sudden turnaround, but he was at her mercy and could only nod in quiet acceptance of her decision to withhold their names and rescind her suggestion. "Oh... I... sorry," he apologized weakly, unsure what else to say when further questions were so clearly unwelcome.
The crew she had suggested talking to had given him a flicker of hope that he might be able to make some headway, but that hope was dashed a moment later as she seemed to change her mind after sharing a single name, turning cagey and secretive. He wilted at the sudden turnaround, but he was at her mercy and could only nod in quiet acceptance of her decision to withhold their names and rescind her suggestion. "Oh... I... sorry," he apologized weakly, unsure what else to say when further questions were so clearly unwelcome.
