[ Right. Employment. Amos' smile fades a bit at that, because amid everything, that's kind of been pushed to the back burner. He's raked in a little extra cash from starting to frequent the fight clubs more and more, but that's never been his primary reason for going there. And it never should have been a long-term solution in the first place.

... Especially now that Naomi is here. ]

I'll need something too, actually. Haven't really had the chance to look around because. You know. Everything.

[ The state of the world. The whole other world thing. He shrugs it off, reaches out for Naomi again, lightly patting her back once in affirmation. Lets his smile come back. ]

We'll land on our feet. Gotta think our skillsets will transfer over here, right?

[ At the mention of Will, though - of arriving with someone else, which, obviously she did - he pauses. ]

Are you still saying in that basement?

[ Who she arrived with isn't really a concern - Amos is pretty sure whoever this Will is is alright, if Naomi is already that comfortable talking about him - but the talk about money, saving up does bring up the more immediate issue of a living space. And... shit, he's really not a fan of the safehouse, but he kinda wants to keep Naomi at his side now. ]