Scott nodded. Two weeks was a hefty chunk all right. He kind of didn't want to say that he had been here longer; this wasn't supposed to be some kind of misery-off. "We're all in this together" and all that something something.

Instead, Scott gave a deep, sympathetic sigh. "Exact-o-rama," he said. After a moment, he finally glanced up at the other guy. Looked like he had the long-haired anime bishounen thing going, but with a more world-weary look to his face than any fangirl bait would have. Whether that was thanks to the Institute or from back in his home world, Scott couldn't tell. Probably didn't matter, anyway. Getting worn down was getting worn down, no matter where it happened. He wouldn't have been surprised if it had been a little of both.

"I'm Scott, by the way," he said, nodding again, this time in the older guy's direction.