There's relief in his smile after that. He relaxes again, anchor slipping away somewhere he doesn't have to think about it.

He searches around his mind for something else to move the conversation to. Something accessible. The turtle is accessible, a point in which they both meet, a point because of which they have met actually. His time here has been a relatively simple routine but he wonders what more, well, outgoing people get up to.

"How long have you been a member of turtle society? I've only been here a couple of weeks." He wonders if that sounds stupid, like talking about the weather once it's out of his mouth but it's his attempt at trying to lead into the topic.