"Probably not." His answer is halting enough that she regrets asking; whatever brought and kept him in Russia must have been terrible. Saying as much only threatens to draw more attention to the fact that he seems unhappy remembering it, though, and he's still an unknown quantity - expressing sympathy might make him mad.

(It's not the kind of math she had to do with people, once. These days, it feels required.)

"I get it, though. People just existing because they don't wanna be dead." This seems safer to talk about. Something his experience has in common with hers, whether he's seen the dead shambling around or not. "Or doing...you know, whatever they think they have to, no matter who it hurts."