He smiled at that, dropping the mallet onto a nearby worktable, well, a nearby plank propped up on a couple overturned buckets, but it worked as a table for him, it was the kind of thing he was used to, "Yeah, she's been helping me out up here, time to time." His accent was decidedly London, and more than that it was Whitechapel, though probably a good deal earlier in its evolution than anything Simon would have heard. He indicated a row of potted herbs under an overhang, "She did most of those, matter of fact. She doing alright? Ain't seen her in a couple days."
He rolled his eyes then, huffing a laugh and shaking his head before offering a hand, "I'm Karl, sorry, sometimes forget to say, haven't been here that long myself, still getting used to people not knowing who I am." A shrug, "Home's a bit smaller, most people know each other."