"Ya look like ya grew up in a library." With some pricks, but he's seen enough of Nara'a to know the guy's anything but one. Less not saying it out of respect and more cause it'd be stupidly refutable. "People can survive till they die and not try for anythin better than that. Some by choice, some by force."

Dabi looks at the chains and after one or two attempts to help, backs off. He's not really a physical strength person and doesn't feel like winding himself moving debris he can easily walk over. Still pulls a slight face at seeing the skeleton crushed between the cannon and the old crate. That must've been a cruel death...

But he'll pick through the body with zero respect for the dead. Knife and pistol he'll hang onto, the paper and fork he'll pass onto Nara'a because the guy likes books and apparently Dabi decides he could us a fork. Then tests out the knife by actively trying to shove it through the skeleton's neck and... a few... short digs... pops its skull off.

"Gold teeth." That's why. Two of them. He'll have to crush it to get them out. Jaw bones are hard.