Poker face. His lack of expression said everything he didn't want to say. Gone was the warm and welcome Dale, replaced by suspicious eyes and thoughts. Rightfully so, Mason agreed. He just got a new job that made little to no sense. "Sorry, if I heard that right, felling trees? Swords don't usually cut the job for that. No pun intended." He couldn't help himself there. Basic weapons knowledge was one of his first specialized prerequisites from his former job, and it was impossible to quell all of his old habits.