[ Settling down is fine, especially since his medication still hasn't worn off and he might as well continue keeping himself vaguely useful. He puts his palm back onto cool metal, listens to it hum under his fingers in time to Oona's talking. ]

Things are different here. People here are more willing to recklessly stick their necks into other people's business.

[ Which is what he's doing too, he supposes. There's an exhale here that borders on slightly self-deprecating, but it comes and goes; he knows better than to Make It Weird right now. ]

Guess you can say that they'll be paying attention, whether you like it or not. [ 'They', as if he's not part of this headcount/talking about himself... what a loser. ] —And don't use the word 'cute'.

[ Another near-silent huff. He'd tell her that she might still have a chance of getting her world back, of going back to her family and being truly free, but he's never been a fan of making guarantees that he can't back up, so he doesn't. ]