[ Silco smirked, under the weight of Kim's perceived size. He didn't need to make himself bigger, but he could lean back, a lanky too-awkward arm against the back lip of the cart. His scar twisted with his expression, and that eye -- boy -- even if Kim can't see it, it's Bad. Like a black hole on the side of his face, it practically swallowed all light, and redirected it in a single, glowing point. ]

So far, I'm not dead, I'm getting to ride on a cart... [ He gestured outward, where the rest were walking. ] I've pissed them off enough they won't bother me.

I've been through worse.