[The first comment earns him a twitch and then little glare-- it's a good-natured, resigned kind of glare, though. Soldat has moved past the point where they actively freak out at the implication of being a person, at least. It's faded to mere startle reflex and lingering discomfort. Which is telling, in and of itself.

The rest kind of even makes a little sense. Soldat considers, finishing off the casserole in the process, before speaking again.]

I was a ghost. Wasn't supposed to exist. Leave no trace, no witnesses. Beacon is the first time since I was captured I'm allowed to have people see me. To make connections.

[They shrug a little.]

So hell, might be something to that.