Following her, he takes her lead, sitting on the other end of the couch and turning towards her. Though she manages to be graceful and natural in the way she sits, whereas he looks more awkward or out of place. The question gives him pause, and he frowns thoughtfully into the distance before looking at her again.

"I miss being able to easily wander into the wilderness for a while," he admits. "Not that I could with this job. The animals need too much care and attention." His brow knots further. "And sometimes I miss using my own guns."

Then the frown smooths out and he shakes his head before sipping his drink. "Nothing else I can think of. I'm used to travelling. I've stayed across most of the world, usually in rougher setups than this. Here I get fed, I get electricity and running water. We have jeeps and all sorts of tools. It's really very luxurious."

Only for him to almost interrupt himself a moment later. "I do wish there was a bar, though. Somewhere for the team to blow off steam after a long day. It's good for morale, and it's good for teamwork."