Miguel doesn’t look happy about it, but he’s not particularly surprised. If the kid was really dead set on having a knife on him, there were enough places on the Pole for him to grab or fashion one.

He wasn’t there to confiscate whatever ‘contraband’ he had in his room, despite Lucky’s insistence on comparing the place to prison.

“I assume it’s not because they enjoyed cooking and woodcarving?” he asks. The shiv tipped off that one.

He figures it is better to be careful with the delicate bit of trust that the kid was showing him and let him continue unabated.