They might harbor similar thoughts, [he glances again at the guards, who keep the two in their peripheral. No rough interjection follows, and Jayce exhales with a gust of relief.]

But I think their underestimation works in your favor. [A small smile.] Better for us.

[He keeps his voice at a low murmur, the brunt of his consonants drown beneath the rhythmic patter by dozens of feet in movement. Their journey, even with a potential end in sight, simply churns on. He seizes the opportunity to keep talking:] Do you remember anything? Before—well, I awoke in a cave—so before that?