"Haha, you're a funny one!" Daniel remarked at the halfling's words, for now making sure that what was said by both parties was interpreted as a form of jest. He walked firmly onwards, letting in just a shred of cautious optimism to his stride, expression and mind. 

The shipman was just about to speak before Roald pulled him into an alley. He was mildly startled, then confused, and then at last annoyed but as he listened his mollified. It seemed the Ratling really had managed to pin down his words about his soul, or rather lack thereof and latched onto them. Daniel briefly considered dismissal and denial, but thought better of it. The halfling didn't seem too bad a sort, and if he was a ploy to lure him into the hands of someone that desired a blank for their own devices nefarious, then resisting now probably would not get him too far anyway. Thus, with no better alternative he kept on with Roald. "Alright then. Me name's Daniel." The lad raised his eyebrows to indicate that this was a prompt for Roald to reply with his own name. Once he hypothetically received it, he would continue. "Alright then, you seem likes you got more brains than me, what do you suggest we do?" 

The lad asked the question with quite sincere anxiety, the Ratling's speech somewhat chilling his hopes for the near future. As if from nowhere he drew his stub-pistol, taking off the safety. "I got me this to fight off any bastards what might come after me. I'm a fast shot and draw, even if not a very good one. I can keep off the worries of this cuttthroat world for a little, but I need to get to the Rogue Trader, and get to him fast. Together we'll have a better chance, right? So what do you say we do, where do we go, which of the flyers do we check?"