[ And there's something Trevor understands, as well -- there being no other options. He isn't a skilled laborer, for certain. He doesn't know what he could do besides fight, but isn't keen on injuring humans just for coin. A small furrow appears in his brow. ]

I don't know that I could hurt people who harbor no ill will against me. However much it paid. But I'm not certain what else I could do, especially with so little understanding of this place.

[ Still, there's absolutely no judgment, just faint frustration that he doesn't know what job to seek. ]