Xeno's smile sort of wans at the edges at the concrete evidence as to the concept that he could be here for quite some time, caught up in silent studying of Fish as if to try and detect whether this is good or bad. It's an awkward place for a stop of silence, hands knitting together as his thoughts haphazardly navigate around applying such a situation to himself.
He starts, then, when he reminds himself he is, indeed, having a conversation, and says the first thing that comes to mind, seeing as it's already pressing on his own;
no subject
Xeno's smile sort of wans at the edges at the concrete evidence as to the concept that he could be here for quite some time, caught up in silent studying of Fish as if to try and detect whether this is good or bad. It's an awkward place for a stop of silence, hands knitting together as his thoughts haphazardly navigate around applying such a situation to himself.
He starts, then, when he reminds himself he is, indeed, having a conversation, and says the first thing that comes to mind, seeing as it's already pressing on his own;
"Did you have much family back in America?"