It was as enigmatic an answer as anyone could have given. Leto dropped his hand from the railing and shifted his weight onto the foot he'd planted just one step forward. The truth was that, although they shared similar circumstances in that they were both held here with no agency to leave, Leto didn't know this man. He seemed like a good sort, but there was also something slightly unhinged about him.
Then, if Leto had as many years behind him as the Doctor, twisted and wending as they were, what would his own outlook be? Dropping his head, Leto stared at the glass floor beneath his feet. He may yet have those years ahead of him. Leto could not judge the Doctor for any eccentricities he may have picked up during his life.
"What may I do to help?" he asked quietly, walking to the man's side, and looking out into the City with him.