He takes her hand, giving it a brief, but firm shake before letting go, swing himself around so that he's sitting sideways on the chair.

"If by indoctrination, you mean being shown the same video over and over until you can recite parts of it," he says dryly. He'd gotten the message around the third time they made him sit through the entire thing. And god, the announcer had been chirpy.

"For a moment there, I thought I'd ended up at a hospital." He shrugs, it would have made sense, even the way he couldn't remember the incident that would have put him there in the first place could have been explained by a head injury.

"Been here long?" He's curious to know, because of all the people he's encountered so far, they all really prefer to mind their own business.