As the young woman peered in from the back, Brian looked up in surprise. Though she didn't meet his gaze, he gave her a slight wave anyway. "Hi," he said after Sherri spoke to her in French. He didn't know much, but he had had a French-Canadian patient that taught him a few phrases. He recognized the word "ami," equating it to friend. That was nice of her.
Her explanation of the girl and her mother was minimal, but Brian didn't care. He just shrugged. "Okay," he said simply, fine to just accept that and not worry about it. If she wanted to expand, she could. For now, he was content to sit down and accept the bit of water offered. Though it was little, he appreciated the reprieve. He was parched.
"Thanks," he said, settling in his seat and wetting his lips. That was good. "So, hey." He paused, swirling the bit of water around thoughtfully. "I know this is going to sound crazy, but. Is there...a voice in your head?" He paused. That really did sound crazy. "I mean. When I got here, I met this guy...Bran, he said that everybody in the building has a story in their head?" He really didn't get this at all. "Do you? Because I started hearing a voice, and I have to tell ya, I want to make sure I haven't lost it." He was only half-joking, but he played it off as an actual joke, giving a light laugh.