[Nina more or less leaves him to it and least in terms of directions. But she's staying close by, her gaze shifting to keep an eye on the time.]

Me either. I hate to think what sort of dreams involve the rubbish that goes on here. [No he wasn't being literal, she knows.] A constant stream of displaced people. Heat torture. [And that's just all she's been present for. It's sort of an opener to ask, isn't it? Plus it's difficult not to be curious.] Where are you from originally? I hear there's a pretty big variation among abductees.