He nods as though this is all fairly standard stuff. "So, probably the former. I wonder under what circumstances the other poor souls tend to arrive?" These are the kinds of things he wants to know, and that he could probably find out most easily by being affiliated with someone. If he could just get a grasp of the logic and rules of this situation, he'd feel a lot less dispossessed.

Surprisingly fastidious, he disposes of his meal's trash and takes up a morosely boneless position on the couch. Remarkably relaxed of him, when it's not his space, but he can't even be bothered in his current state, and she's no threat anyway.