Wordlessly, he processed everything she'd just told him. There was no real hint of what he was thinking, save for those cases where he made it obvious, it was always ambiguous. Something about that aspect of his nature came across as more of a defense mechanism rather than any attempt at trying to conceal an ulterior motive. "I can appreciate some quiet time myself, especially considering how much noise people love to make. Only problem is that too much quiet and for too long starts getting louder than the people ever could be. Long hauls with nobody else onboard really isn't for me." He had turned and taken a few paces around the room they were currently in while speaking. It seemed he was looking for any hint of personalization or evidence that this space was lived in. Books, pictures, a journal - just anything that carried a reflection of life in it.
"Personally, I'm grateful when life decides to break well preserved monotony." Upheaval, he must relish it. To watch as an intricately designed plan failed entirely on account of a random variable that nobody could anticipate. Sometimes he was that variable, but he wouldn't take credit away from the constantly evolving equation that was the Sector at large. That would just be in poor taste. While he seemed comfortable here aside from the mask, Damien was regarding his acquaintance with some degree of apprehension. He didn't believe Sarita was being entirely transparent - no Outcast ever was to an outsider. And in that regard, with perhaps a small selection of other traits, they were more alike than either would care to admit.
