[ The concession makes way to an ease of tension, which may look more like a deflation than anything else. But this is a start, and he's glad, if anything, that he hasn't been completely dismissed.

So. He looks around, makes sure that the incinerator is continuing to move at a snail's pace, before motioning towards the big 'entrance' where they were dropped in from. ]

This...is the first time I've been in a situation like this, but that sounds right. There's strength in numbers, I think.

[ He tries to laugh, but it's a low whistle of air, if nothing else. ]

If anything, it might just be nice. Having someone to talk to.