It's nice to be able to do something helpful, even a small thing like this, and he suspects that may be why Regan is out here doing it in the first place. He resists the inane urge to make small talk — even more useless now than usual — and tries to imagine this sort of silence being a natural or even comfortable thing. It isn't, though. It isn't natural for him, and it certainly isn't comfortable to stand on a city street and hear nothing. He wonders if there's a difference for Regan, as well, apart from the visual and how it must remind her of home. He thinks there must be, though he really can't imagine it.

When they're finished, she asks after him, and he smiles faintly.

"Okay," he says with a little shrug, and fumbles a bit before just reiterating, "Okay." His expression and general body language should make the sort-of clear enough. "You?"