After securing some space further from the bustle, the shaman gives a more careful consideration to Cut's question. Thoughts immediately flash to the gaping hole in his memory, but immediately place it off limits. Fellow Arrows were one thing; they put their lives in each other's hands regularly. Cutting loose in a mixed group, with half the Consilium around to potentially overhear? Not a chance.
"It's a good city. Many people who care deeply about the goings-on. Not without its dangers, but ... I suppose I'd be out of a job, were it otherwise." A weak smile, covering a halfhearted attempt at humor.
Perhaps Cut's met his match in the small talk category.