"No. But, you are the second person from Wildemount that I've run into."

And they are rehabilitating his associations with that place. Possibly. Caleb's smile is charming now that he doesn't seem ready to faint. He's aware of the bracelet he has around one wrist, given to him by one of the automatons that met him on the beach. He's been told he can use it to contact people, but he has not been able to bring himself to tinker with it. He doesn't want to try and fail. He isn't sure he is ready to try and succeed.

Percival adjusts the way he's holding the painting, keenly aware that now that his coat is being used to cover it, the fact that he is carrying both a rapier and a firearm is quite apparent to anyone that cares to look.

"I don't suppose you know somewhere I could stash this until I... manage accommodations of some kind."