[ John's been here for a month, and he's no more comfortable with it now than he was at the beginning. There are people he talks to, and there's a basic routine he follows day to day. It includes training, sparring, trying to keep himself sharp. It includes working, trying to put enough money away to get to somewhere more secure.

Moving safehouses had made him even more wary. Still, aware that there's newcomers, he's keen to help them acclimatise. He'd appreciated the people who did that for him.

This man looks about as comfortable here as him, and John feels a certain affinity with that level of watchfulness. He makes his way over. ]

Hey. I know it sucks, being stuck in here. It won't be for long, but is there anything I can get you?

Don't say a hamburger. [ He smiles. ] I can't work miracles, here.