Victor blinks for a moment before realizing this is perhaps not something that should cause him pause. He's still not really emotionally in a place where he can laugh at anything happening. He pauses, making note of the sleeve and the thing she had underneath. He doesn't know what it is, but he hopes it is nothing troubling.

"A month?" That is...well, it seems so long to him at this time. He doesn't know that he could tolerate the time. Is he safe here? Is anything here safe? He doubts it. Perhaps it's no less safe back home, but it feels so overwhelming. "I had things as well." Unless he's dead or the others are. He would like to be certain they aren't however.

"Maybe we will be able to find a way. Though, I do not know how."