[He listens silently, his eyes trained on Thomas' expressions. Humans are always exceedingly difficult for him to read, but he tries all the same. A part of him still doubts any of this is genuine; he's learned that you never can tell, after all. His gaze eventually drops down to the floor as he shifts uncomfortably on his feet. It takes him a while to say anything.]

... It seems the nature of humans may be the same everywhere.

[Another pause. He pockets the bullets and continues-- quietly and haltingly:] ... Very well. I... suppose I could... give you that much.