Montana listened to Toby's words, despite way they struggled to form on his tongue to be pushed out, with the most respectful attention. 
Spire was clearly the one who enjoyed and did most of the talking, and expected the conversation to be directed at him. Which is what made engaging the both of them so momentarily important.   

He noted reactive way the boys body had moved in near synchronization with own. The casual response of his muscle memory marked him an experienced survivalist to Montana. The stutter implied an uncertainty that ended with his speech patters in the older males point of view. Firearms required distance, and a steady hand. He had one, and there was little doubt he had the other. 

[color=slategray]"A very long time must be correct if the Knights have shed such trappings. You're more versed in today than I, so I will defer to your opinion."[/color] He gave Toby an amicable head nod, then turned his attention to Spire who had, very strongly, turned the focus of the conversation back between them. Montana took a step forward, and turned away from them both, but not before breaching Spire's personal space as he swung his shoulder. An innocuous enough movement, as no physical contact was made as his body shifted. On the surface at least. 

He appeared to be scanning the expanse in the distance, as well as the barren remains of what once was a vibrant city around them. Monoliths of a pre-war age. One he remembered from the 'while' Spire mentioned. 

[color=slategray]"Much of what I have seen is circular. Perhaps I have not seen much at all."[/color]

Montana turned his head to face Spire, his body followed, but slowly. He was a bit further away from them now, with his left foot atop the same piece of debris the talkative one had used to open the box. [color=slategray]"I can recall time the when the Crown, the Hand, were in their infancy. Just ideas among feverish minds. If that interests you.[/color]

When Toby spoke, he reached his first conclusion. If the taller boy could sense what he himself could not see, it indicated a gift for sensing bodies at the very least. 

Which told him that Toby had not only sensed him inside the box, but they had traveled into the town for the specific purpose to open it and see who or what was trapped within. Two curious Samaritans, but unlike the stories of old, these travelers had offered neither oil, nor wine. 

He didn't turn to look where Toby's attention was focused. Instead, he turned back to the Ashland.