Her response elicited a short ripple of laughter from him and he nodded, reaching for his pack in order to fish out some much needed water; he was accustomed to the relatively temperate climate of Tokyo - no matter what they told him about his former life being a 'dream', he refused to believe it, and his body certainly seemed to agree with him - not a harsh, dry climate like this.

"You're not the only one. This City they're sending us to better be worth the effort," he paused briefly to drink from his flask before turning to observe her again, "so. What's your name?"