His brow arched slightly, head tilting a little to the side. If there was one thing he had going for him, it was that he didn't seem all too perturbed by anyone's points of view. "We all have our own perceptions of things." He took a sip of his tea, sitting back a little. "This place is all I can remember. I've been here almost three decades. So maybe my opinion might be a tad bit biased. But you can make it work for you." He did have a good thing going, training and working in the infirmary. Hector didn't rattle cages so people let him do what he wanted.
His brow arched as the younger man shifted beside him, trying to relieve a bit of tension he was obviously carrying. "I read. I hav--had quite an extensive collection of books. But I lived on the eighth floor and one of my teammates turned it in the arctic." He sighed just a tad bit at the burn of a reminder. "I work. Not train. But actually work as an attendant in the infirmary."