Expecting... [That's a strong word. Especially for a kidnappee of a couple weeks, still figuring out this 'bomb shelter' thing, still homesick enough to be looking for recognizable gestures in strangers. An interrogative word? He glances around the room instead, as if to ask, looked around lately?] Clearly, I don't know what to expect around here.

...But I was hoping. For family, or friends? Some of them... went away, a while ago. [He pulls up a reassuring smile, but it's more tired around the eyes than bone would ever give away.] Maybe they went here.

[And wouldn't that be a nice thought. That the human he convinced not to kill him, had stopped killing altogether? That the other disappearances through their trek hadn't been at their hands, but whoever's able to take a skeleton and shove them into a human body? But that's a fantasy.]