Miguel nodded at the description of Clover's Kingfisher weapon. He'd never been fishing before, since... well, there was nothing much that people wanted to fish for in the Atlantic or the two disgusting excuses for rivers that flowed through Downtown, but he knew from old holos what a fishing rod looked like, so he could work out what the Kingfisher would do.
"Your Grimm sounds like my boss," he replied with a small smirk. Accusing Tyler Stone of being soulless and out to destroy everything and anything sounded like his usual discussions with the man. But that wasn't what he wanted to talk about. The explanation of his Luck, that was interesting. Very interesting. "Did your parents have luck-based semblances? Or is it just a random thing?" he asked, as they reached a spot that looked suitable enough. He could see a few different routes up the cliff, of varying levels of ease, and they were nowhere near the palace.