"..Marshal?" Seems he and Yuffie are more alike than he thought. His head tilts to the side, blinking a few times before giving the side of his cheek a few scratches as he ponders.

"Hmmnn- What do Marshals do? Does that mean you're like a Sheriff?"

He turns to look at Ales as he speaks, reaching out and putting a hand to his crew-mate's shoulder. "First, we gotta' worry about food! Once we've got enough food, then we can worry about tools and sleeping stuff."