Yeah, [ he agrees, nostrils flaring slightly as he sniffs the air, unable to resist the allure of food. ] Yeah, it's a nice change.

[ He casts a quick glance at her, debating how to broach what sounds like a commonality. He might be wrong. For all he knows, she could be a mass murderer unable to walk the streets for fear of capture. (Then again, that would still be a commonality of sorts, wouldn't it?) He wets his lips before speaking again, voice a little softer: ]

So, what's the "issue" for you? Is it personal, or is it … something you can't control? Something to do with a group?

[ A line of questions leading enough to hint at his own experience. ]