Evan looked up at the girl, "Yeah I am fine... thanks." Standing up and making double sure his mask was firmly in place Evan looked around, he didn't know the people, feeling a bit awkward he tried speaking again, "So... um... you all new here or something? Can't say I have seen you around recently. Or have you been kept down below?" Evan hoped it wasn't a stupid question.... cause he could very well have missed them for years. He often holed up in his room and wouldn't come out for days on end. And seeing as he was never tested on now a days he would roam the top floor while everyone else was being tested. He would normally go back to his room when people started coming back up. But he was pretty sure these people were new. He wondered how long they would last, a morbid thought but it was common enough for people to die here. The place was filled with death and suffering. You became insensitive to it after a while. And when you have never known anything else, no kindness or compassion well... things are always pretty bleak. Evan tended not to make friends because all of them would die... and it hurt too much to lose friend after friend. He learned that lesson well at 8 years of age. He wondered if that was odd.... for an 8 year to come to terms with death and be exposed to the things he had been exposed to. He assumed it wasn't but he couldn't be sure. He wondered if these people knew anything of the outside world.... for that was his one weakness, he loved to hear about life away from here. He wondered what the real world was like, cause he knew for a fact he was not living in it!