"Huh. Cool," he comments, managing not to sound as surprised as he is. They really have been here a long time, haven't they? Many of them, anyway. Long enough to pick up new interests and new skills - Soldat with their cooking, himself and his own growing interest in the stars as more than just pretty lights to navigate by. Sound too - something obviously inherent to who he is, but something he's never properly learned about. Turns out the physics mostly goes over his head, but he's trying, thanks to some of the books he found in Dr. Solis's study.

He didn't miss that look, though. It's his nature and also training to pay attention, so without even asking for confirmation, he produces another cigarette and offers it in an outstretched hand. "You can just ask. I got a lot this time. Don't want to run out ever again."