Is it depressing? Shit. Maybe it is. He doesn't really see how — empty spaces, the idea of fucking deer — that all would have sounded amazing to him before the rocks hit. Since they hit, he just knows it's all possible.

Amos shifts his position slightly, comfortable. Resumes leaning against the bars. He's seen people come and go on visits; this once he's actually enjoying, though. Nadine may be from hundreds of years in the past, but they've still managed to find a lot in common, somehow. There's something nice about that.

"Yeah, I did the whole walking thing, too," he says, voice casual. "Just through some protected wooded area along the Chesapeake, but still, that was a few days before we were able to get our hands on some bikes. Hell of a workout if you let it turn into one." A beat. "It was real quiet for us, too. That was a surprise. Lot of people where I'm from, normally. Lotta people got wiped out I guess. Kinda surreal, getting the chance to actually be alone like that."

He pauses, taking a second, debating if he should continue. According to Nadine, it's supposed to be depressing. But it wasn't. So, "Kinda liked that."