Afraid? That wasn't a word that had been rolling around in his head, not then. More.. curiosity than anything else. But as for peace and quiet, he believed it. There was no where near the amount of people as there was downstairs and though he was sad about the loss of feeling, he didn't altogether mind it. The song was familiar and not unappreciated.
Especially if he was going to be talking about home. He'd kind of talked about it recently, about his home he had in the country, but not the human years. "I'll always smell the sea." And the muck, the shit, the desperation. There were good things, too, pulled away by time, but he had his little box to remind him if he got too far away from it. Fire had taken most of what he remembered, even if buildings had survived.
Almost as an after thought, he found a nearby seat, pulling his companion down with him, leaving him to settle as he liked. "Where did you live?"