[ His smile turns more genuine at the question. Or more mischievous, maybe. Same thing. ]

Can't say that I've bothered to ask. But I've been here for some time, and they've yet to throw me out the airlock.

[ For that, at least. There may have been one or two other close calls. Hook's apparently set up camp here, and in addition the sword resting nearby he's left his coat draped over a fallen log. He steps over to it now, lifting it with his hook in order to slide his flask into one of the pockets. ]

First time exploring the gardens?