He told himself he had to be more social. Even during the wars with an entire platoon around him he only spoke to his brother. He knew fully well not to make friends; not in the war. They lost almost their entire infantry aside from himself, Jimmy and two other men the day of the Normandy landings in World War II, and he knew here, in a way, it wasn't much different. He'd much rather be seen as an insane menace who was best not to deal with because he knew some of these people here wouldn't make it two weeks in the arenas, especially with that he'd heard about it all.
He glanced to the other when he mentioned the guard, then turned back to the ocean with a small smirk playing on his lips. "Unfortunately," He began, his voice a rumble in his chest, deep and low, "He wasn't a guard here. He was a soldier. One of the guys that chained me up and brought me here. There's only one person out of everyone who sent me here that I wouldn't kill, and that's the soldier assigned to me. He's a good kid, I've known him for a while."
Useless information, all of it, but as long as he talked he didn't have to hear what this other mutant thought about this place, if he was going to ramble on about his family or all that. Victor could deal with about anything, except for people who wanted to talk about 'the ones they left behind'. Four wars would do that to you. Men writing love letters home that eventually went without a response.
When the kid next to him said congratulations it earned a slight raise of one of Victor's sculpted eyebrows, but he didn't say anything on it. "Fischer... is that the owner of this place? The guy I'm gonna strangle with his own guts then crucify him over a balcony so everyone can see?" Oh yes, he was dark.
"If I could, I'd get my ass home and slaughter all the idiots that sent me here. Forget a beach. But... I suppose it is relaxing. I'm from Canada, you don't see beaches unless you go out East or West, and I've been out to neither." And as it went, kitty got curious. He wanted to know everyone's abilities here; learn who he could use and who he couldn't. Remy was already in his book of usefuls, the man was an accredited thief and damn if he couldn't pick military issued manacles.
"So what's your deal? You look pretty normal." Victor's best way of asking what kind of mutation the other had.