See the kicker is those are all qualities you'd use to describe him, too.

In his defense he hasn't been a farmer for very long. Just since coming here and he wouldn't say he was even particularly good at it. But the hens seem happy and they're laying like they should(?), so he supposes he's doing something right. Time will tell.

Honestly, he just likes being left alone and playing with chickens while tinkering with power tools in his workshop. He's a simple man.

Raleigh snorts softly and shakes his head, shifting his weight and hip checking the table while he fishes out a few pieces of paper wrapped candy from his pocket. They old fashioned, brightly colored boiled sweets, but he thinks they're a classic for a reason and selects a blue one before offering to Ariadne. Go on, take one.

"Not at all," he chuckles.

"I was a soldier for a while and when that didn't work out I went into construction."

He isn't sure if he can count his last stint in the military. After all, it wasn't military anymore. By that point in the war it was humanity's last, desperate stand.