He only nods at her thanks, wondering absently what she means to do with the plant but not bothering to ask.

Her question is unexpected. Bored? It's true, there's little here to interest him, but while he's never been so free to direct his own time, he's accustomed to spending long stretches with nothing but his own thoughts. Perhaps more than bored, he feels... purposeless. A fighter with nothing to fight.

"...I could do with a larger selection of reading material," is what he says.