[He doesn't need to be told twice to sit, so he turns around, taking his spot next to Kim. Saul's gaze is fixed solely on Lalo, but that doesn't stop him from reaching out and placing his hand on top of Kim's. It would almost be cute, if they weren't fearing for their lives.

He's more than aware that even though the gun is away from his head, that hardly means the both of them are out of danger. It's still in Lalo's possession, and that means it's really only saving them a few seconds if he did decide to shoot. But they're alive (or, whatever alive in Hell really is) so far, so Saul tries to force himself to think positive thoughts. Or if not positive, at least that Lalo can't (or probably won't) kill them until he gets the information he wants from them.

But, now that the gun isn't directly pointed at him, Saul's immediate impulse in a dangerous situation like this is to try talking. Whether or not it's what Lalo wants to know.]

So, like I was saying before. When I got here, we were all in some old hotel. Turns out, the whole place was barely habitable. So this ship and wherever we're heading now, it's brand new for us too. No idea what to expect; I'm afraid I, uh... never paid much attention in Sunday School when they were giving those fire and brimstone warnings.