[ Hiccup readjusted, arms falling back to his side as he avoided looking in the direction of a watching guard. Green eyes staying firmly ahead as she considers the topic at hand — It's difficult to be more humorous when your brain has a million thoughts flying through it.

The response from the other man earns a curious tilt of his head and a thoughtful hum in the back of his throat. ]

What we can offer — [ A glance over the ragtag group of prisoners, brows furrowing: ] Diversity? What if it's not what we can do or who we are —

[ Which right now, he didn't have faith in himself to believe that one: ]

But where we're from? We're all strangers from another place, that's the first thing we have in common.