Knew it. [It's said curtly, so as to wrap that discussion up in a neat little package. He suspects she may be Done with his Shit at that point, so he's surprised when she moves to sit by him.

He can't help but feel himself clam up a little when she's so candid with him, but he can't really deny the fact that she's hitting notes that resonate with him. Part of it is sympathy and part of it is relief that he's not the only one feeling lost. He can't help but latch onto that a little.]

Sort of the same reason, I guess. [He admits, talking slower as if he's being a little more careful about what he spills before the floodgates open.] I was having a gander around where I came in. I was just wondering what the criteria for bringing us in really is, also wondering how it even works. Are we, like, magnetized for destiny? And these guys are the kid with the box full of screws, plucking us up out of nowhere? I dunno if I like knowing there's something out there that just picks us out like that. There's other people back home, I had some suspicions about whether their raffle numbers would be called.

[He pauses the ramble, reeling himself in a little.] So. Y'know. Stuff.