He has to move a little closer to her along the balcony and turn his good ear in her direction; it's a slight tell regarding his partial deafness, but not a particularly large one. Still, poor hearing or not, he's a good listener in the ways that matter, and he's quiet as she speaks her piece. What an earnest soul--

"Kit Gandir," he replies in kind, taps the ash off of his cigarette, and takes another quick drag from it. "I work with the scouts who need to sharpen up their combat skills." Which is a lot of them. "And someone thought I'd be the right choice to run the Other Powers project, but." A shrug. "We'll see how that one shakes out, I guess."

A pause, and a sympathetic grimace. "Sorry folks here are treating you like garbage. It's not right." It won't change anything to hear the words, but sometimes it helps to hear them all the same.