[It's almost a feeling of deja vu. It's not as warm here of course, but he's seen that look before. The look of two soldiers returning to relative safety to collect their thoughts and exchange mild surprise that they're even still alive. He had rather hoped that, after the mess in Ishval, he'd never have to experience the front lines like that again. But this is a new horror, one that miht soon replace Ishval in his memories.

He attempts a smile in kind, but it is tired and frayed, not even touching his eyes as it might have before they'd come on this damned mission. Instead he drops it and gestures for her to return to a seat.]

It's good to see you, there's no denying that much. If you don't mind I'm going to take a seat.

[He drops into a nearby chair. Taking a moment to rest his eyes because this place isn't going to have something leap out of the wall and try to kill him.]

Is there anything to eat or drink?

[He's not necessarily hungry or thirsty...but just looking for something more normal to occupy himself with.]