Erin waited, shifting a little, folding his arms over his chest and then dropping them again. He was anxious and unsettled, not thrilled by the situation he'd been thrust into. It wasn't exactly fair. "Thanks," he returned, glad to see that Juan had loosened up a little bit. It made him feel, at least, a little better. "Maybe I'll see you around... you know, when... or if I'm ever allowed out of here." He shrugged, his face dark and his eyes downcast. He didn't really have anything more to give right now. It was emotionally draining, being looked at like a murderer to person after person. He wondered how bad it would be if he was ever allowed to mingle with the rest of the group. Would he be treated like a second class citizen?