"Thank you." Lena's nothing if not well-mannered, even at her most distant--a good Southern upbringing will do that to you. The right corner of her mouth shifts, starting a curve, almost a smile. Her gaze drops to the task of setting the can back in the basket so that it won't fall out again, but she looks up, half in surprise, at his question.

"I--" Wait, wait, yes, it's all right, she thinks she might have seen him in passing, going to and from meals. "Yeah. I only got here like... three weeks ago? I think?" She stops fussing with the can, hands dropping, awkward.

"Do you still live there too?"