It takes Neil a second to look down, since there's no voice, but when he does, he just stares at it. Even though he's just voiced the confession, it's still strange to be asked about it. Nobody's ever really asked him about it. The wherefores and what abouts and all that sort of thing.

After a moment of thought, he shakes his head. Nobody else is paying attention to them, it seems, which Neil is grateful for. They have their own fireside stories to tell, and this quiet, verbally one sided conversation doesn't bother them.

"It was different," Neil says, watching the words appear on the screen. "From what I've seen, this place is a lot more like what I'm used to. To look at, at least. But Darrow was--didn't really--nobody expected me to be anything. That was good."

He looks at the stutter of words in the middle there and hates it. He's normally pretty good with words. But it's hard to explain, on the spot. "I miss my friends, but I made new ones. I guess I will again."