[Armin's met his share of strong, silent types, though mutes are a little more unusual. Though he hopes she's quiet on her own terms, and not because someone's stolen her voice away. That can happen, via magic spells our cut out tongues. He'd rather it didn't. He hopes she doesn't find it rude he doesn't attempt to keep the conversation going, but he's still a little shaken - and really enjoying what will surely be his last hit of nicotine for awhile.]

You've really been kind to give this to me, then. Thank you. I'll find some way to pay you back. I - I have plenty of skills. [Armin coughs, not sure if he should go there or not. No reason to act like a whore here, yet it's almost become a habit.] I'm Armin, by the way. You don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to.