[ Hmm. Bruno likes to think he's decent at reading people - he was sure something about this man's demeanor seemed a bit off, like he wasn't feeling well, but he supposes everyone's feeling that way to some degree. They're all displaced, and they're all stressed out about it, and that was before the acid-rain giant-rats rescue mission. His brows knit together, but he nods once. ]

All right. But there's no shame in resting.

[ just putting it out there. He's well aware of the desire a lot of people have to keep pushing past their limits. (He's one of them, too.) ]

You're from Earth, too, right? I saw you before - in the cells. [ truthfully, he's pretty certain every person on this rescue mission is a "new recruit," so to speak, but it's a place to start. ] Bruno Bucciarati. I came here from Italy.