"I'm good with people, but before this place? The only people I really spent any time with was my brother, so not used to how things are here." Here where everyone spent time together, even without the events. It is part of all that he is working on adjusting to and what has driven him so much to the anger and alcoholism that has controlled him for months in this place.

"Not like I got a lot of plans here," he admits, not looking the least bit upset as he moves and leans back against the counter. "Though I'm considering asking the closet for some safes. Richie was our cracker, so it might do me some good to practice."

He needs to do something to try and keep himself busy and content in this place. Something that he hasn't worked on that left him in the darkness that had taken control of him.

He watches her for a few minutes, falling silent though his gaze is intense. "Can I ask you a question? About the Kimberlee virus thing?"