He shook his head again, managing to look mournful, even if it was only for a moment, "No stories means no history, and that's just a sad sad situation." He followed easily in his brother's wake, nodding at the suggestion of ID, "Aye, was thinking that myself, has to be someone here who knows their way around it." A shrug, "Seems like most people here are working one way or another."
The crooked little smile returned, "Don't suppose Kansas is a mob hot spot, so s'not like we can use our usual source of income." He shrugged, "Not too worried about it, be like the old days." Back before they'd gotten jobs at the plant, back when their main source of income was odd jobs and bar bets.