Looking for someone wasn’t an entirely foreign concept, though Danny hadn’t made any sort of trips to locate either of his parents, and there was certainly no point in doing so now. Like Kasper, the kid had no fucking idea about who his father was or what the guy even looked like, but he was also never given any other hints or explanation, not about living family or even his own mother’s history. Not that it bothered him, unlike Kasper, but at the very least he could offer an iota of understanding.

For the first time, Danny was scouting out the area just beyond the railroad, mentally noting places that were both best and worst for finding something to hunt and drag back to the rest of the crew. To bad though, he was distracted in his endeavor by Keona speaking to someone unfamiliar, and the closer he got the more the scent of a group unknown to him become obvious. Danny tilted his head with a small frown, not saying much towards Kasper but much less nervous about this stranger than the others that he had stumbled upon. Perhaps it was simply because he was getting a better grasp on his own inconvenient problem, and Kasper wasn’t exactly intimidating. Still though, new faces made him nervous in any case. 

— Reggan

— Reggan

And so the missing link was discovered. Danny blinked a few times, raising his brow in vague interest at the idea of Kasper finally ending his quest, and what the result would be when he finally saw his missing father face to face. He had never been to the Pitt, and had no interest in volunteering to go unless he was asked by either of the Dealers for one reason or another, but he doubted there was any place for him or a reason to bring him along. Brown eyes cast a sideways glance at Michael, then settled back on Kasper. A sharkcat, huh? Like, a cat with sharp teeth? Or fins? Both? Sounded like a whole mess, but probably not the kind of guy you would want to step to either. "Best of luck, man." Danny offered, though not the most helpful statement compared to the other two, he wasn't required to help find a group he had never been to for a man he had never met. But not offering any well wishes was a dick move.