Making his way out of the kitchen, Hugo was still debating whether he wanted to see if anyone interesting was in the rec area or just take his breakfast back up to his room. Spotting the bloke who seemed to be just ... standing there, he grinned a little and made his way towards him.
"All right?" Hugo greeted Vance curiously. Maybe he was new; Hugo didn't recognize him, at any rate, which didn't necessarily mean anything; he certainly didn't know all the captives by sight and he sometimes forgot to check the network regularly.
The young man smiled and shifted his nutritious breakfast of still wrapped poptarts to his left hand so he could extend his right. "I'm Hugo. You look a little lost, mate; did you just get here?"