His gaze rose to the other again. Staff. That meant that this was some kind of facility. That also gave some hope for any escape, if things continued as they were. People could be fooled, trapped, or disposed of. And then there was only the method of getting out. The method used seemed simple. If one doubted their sanity, the psychological breaks could lead to reprogramming. Things seemed more and more dark. There was nothing he liked in this situation.

Belatedly he returned the sentiment. "Sabaku no Gaara." A name of fear for most. He wondered, idly, where this person from from. Gaara broke eye contact to look to the halls again, eyes narrowing. "What do you do at night?" If they were given freedom to roam, what was the purpose? More than a few seemed confident in their destinations, walking purposefully out of sight.