Well, Eames seemed a bit like a stick in the mud. Reminded him of... hell, he wasn't sure he knew anyone quite like this. It was okay though! They would finally find a spot where they would get comfortable with each other and be able to coexist. "Well, my adult friend, you're on vacation now I suppose." Sipping on his glass a second time, easing into the realm of the tequila's burn and taste.
Ultimately, Octane accepted people as they were. He wasn't here to force connections or relationships. They were there for the people's liking, but if Eames was going to be more reserved and distant- Octavio was going to accept that and just be himself.
"Oh me?" He paused to think thoughtfully. "Month? Two? Three?" There was a shrug. "I honestly haven't kept track. I came here in a flash, I figured I'll leave in a flash." Waving his spare hand at the concept to dismiss it. "Where I am isn't what matters, just so long that I have my needs met. Food, drink, sleep, and something stupid to do along the way." Octane tipped his glass back and swallowed the whole contents.
Continuing, "The hotel sort of does it's own thing. It's like a living instrument. It moves us where it wants, and dumps off in random places. When I arrived, it was on the heels of the hotel dropping itself in the middle of a place called New York and I guess it was pretty bad. Monsters and villains kind of bad." He shrugged. "People died." He paused a beat.
"Disappointing. Sounds like it would have been a fun time."