Never in his life has Caine considered that he might 'stick out', even when he was waltzing around Earth trying to find Jupiter. But this wasn't Earth, these people weren't entirely primitive, but probably not used to a splice. He concedes the point and nods with a little annoyed sigh. Walking around is going to be hard-- why can't he have his boots?

"Sounds promising, at least those first two things do," Caine tilts his head and looks at Whiskey's eye again. "Guess he must be pretty good if you trust your eyesight to him."