Derek can tell that she's not convinced, but he isn't going to argue the point with her. Mostly, that's because he's not entirely convinced either. He's not convinced of anything and that's his problem.

It's a little disappointing that she doesn't know much more than she's already shared, but he gives a little shrug. "It was worth asking," he says. And it was. It hasn't yielded any new information but there's nothing wrong with giving it a shot. Can't win them all. "That's pretty much all I've gleaned, too, so I guess we're equally ignorant to this place. I get the feeling that ignorance, though, is not bliss, so we should probably change that sooner than later. Just saying." And he isn't opposed to working with her toward that goal, he's just not going to tell her what he thinks he really is because it isn't worth it to him to share something that could get him killed. He doesn't know her well enough to know that she's not indiscriminate and he doesn't want to find out the hard way if she is. Again.

With an amused huff, Derek relaxes back onto the mattress. It's nearing time for the SleepAid if the curfew is any indication. "Yeah...there's pretty much nothing to like about this place, is there?"