He watches carefully, keeping up with her explanation at a bit of a lag, but well enough that he can offer a look of sympathy and a nod when she's done. He may not be able to imagine what it's like for her, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand, on some level.

"I think I know what you mean," he says after a moment. "Sometimes..."

He trails off, his hands hovering uselessly. Christ, even if he had stronger vocabulary, he's not sure how to explain this.

"Sometimes I feel that way even when it isn't like this," he says finally, matching her gesture to the city. Then he hesitates, embarrassed, wondering if he should even be talking about this with a kid. He doesn't really think of Regan as just a kid, especially after seeing the world she came from. But that's not necessarily a good thing. Just a sign of how quickly she had to grow up.

"It's good to talk to people," he says a bit awkwardly, offering a faint smile. "Reminds me I'm not alone."