[Daniel eyes the flamethrower cautiously. He has... absolutely no idea what that is. Flamethrowers are after his time. But he can recognize that it's probably a weapon, and he's unsure if that's a good thing or not at the moment.]

I've never traveled to the Americas, myself. I can't make much of a judgement of the state of Maine.

[At her comment, he shuffles from one foot to the other, uncomfortably self-conscious. His grip on the lantern grows tighter.]

I know. I wanted to keep it close- just in case.

[This lantern has also been the closest thing to a friend he's had in a long time, depressingly enough. A constant, and the only thing that kept him sane in the darkened corners of Brennenburg. The thought of abandoning it, even temporarily, makes him feel ill.]