He nodded again, the impish look returning, the one that usually meant trouble for somebody, "Aye, I was thinking that also, always somebody eager to lose a few dollars." A shrug followed, hands in his pockets, it was chilly here, but nothing like the winters that he'd gotten used to in Boston, "And I don't suppose we will, not like we're looking to be ..." He trailed off, trying to come up with a job that would require a green card, finally shaking his head, "Can't think of anything that'd require a green card that a normal ID wouldn't cover, not what we're qualified for."
He fell easily into step beside his brother then, "Suppose we can ask around, people here seem to be working fine, probably know if there's anything open where they are, y'know?" And he was suspecting they wouldn't be stingy with the information, they were all in the same boat after all.