Not too long after Deucalion is once again left alone, the nearest door opens to admit another body—this place is a bit like an ant farm, you get used to it—but this one doesn't immediately acknowledge him. Given that he stops just a few steps from the exit, it may seem at first that this gentleman of below-average stature is feeling unfriendly, but in actuality he only wants to get settled into his break first. He lights a cigarette with a wooden match, takes a long drag, and finally, after breathing smoke, offers an up-nod to yon hulking figure.

"Hey."

Also, he is wearing sunglasses. At night.