Ah, Jason. Military indeed, not that the young man had denied it, but he'd downplayed it a little. Maybe it's just not that interesting to someone who is apparently a child of literal gods.

For hunting opals, Rosinante has taken an old rusted toolbox from the pawn shop. It's a convenient way to keep them sorted. He pops the thing open and selects a new slot for stones from Jason to contain this one in, labels it with a pen, then pushes the whole box into his shoulder bag and continues onward.

But his mind keeps going back to that ship. Massive, familiar, but flying over the landscape - a remarkably beautiful one, even if there isn't any water. It's exotic, due to that fact. In order to ask about it, he'll have to return the stone - but that's fine. There's little here he needs to hold onto for later reference.

When he finds Jason later, he's transferred the opal to a handkerchief tied into a sort of pouch. Wordlessly, he extends his hand with it hanging for him to take.

"One of yours. You never told me you had a flying ship!"