Lot had to admit he did not think of the mentally out there roaming on their own. He considered that most of them probably perished the year following the pulse whether it be by someone else's hand or their inability to look after themselves. Lot's money was on someone else's hand for the vast majority of them. "Yes," he laughed, "I think your flyer must have gotten lost in the wind," he gave her a wry smile. "I must admit that my selfishness has gotten the better of me and I did not think of the mentally handicapped as well," though it was an admirable goal to look out for them he wouldn't beg them enter into his territory any more than he would a 'normal' Enk.
"Luckily I've managed to trade with the Oma for some actual meat, you'd be surprised by how many people around here have grown tiresome of fish," himself included though it beat prison food any day.
When she spoke of weakened smiles Lot slowed his steps and looked at her "Nonsense," Lot nudged her ever so lightly on the arm, "You're smile would far outweigh the others around here, theirs are more akin to smirks or grins that may hide latent malice, yours is genuine. Those stand out believe me,"