[ York glances up to see who's talking to him, realizing that he lost perception of the world around him looking at the mirror. That's a dangerous thing. Still, he's not willing to leave it behind and for a lack of pockets he slips the mirror stem into one of the knife loops on his side.

The newcomer is sized up quickly, then gets a smile and a shrug. Aside from his armor, York is pretty generic except for the deep scar running through his left eye and onto his cheek; that eye is completely white. ]

You could just say that it's something I liked seeing.

[ He adjusts his grip on his helmet, which is still splattered with rat blood. Much like the rest of him, honestly. ]

Did you just wake up here, too, or can you point me towards the showers?