For a brief moment, he considers asking the man how much of a fight he intends to put up if told to leave. But whatever stops him, perhaps something so benevolent as seeing there is truth in his plight a little too far off the beaten path for him, but it's more likely still that he knows those eyes a little too well, and while the soldier was not as persuasive as the person he was remembering (who would be a damn sight rather useful right now), Gold did not see himself saying no to the other.

He sighs heavily. "What is your name?"