[Firo takes the water and nods to Hank's remark. Back in Alcatraz, he'd comforted himself with the idea that he still had probably-not-flammable shelter, food, and relative warmth. Here he can comfort himself with all that and the additional bonuses of not having to be locked in a cage all day and having basic human privacy.]

Could be a lot worse.

[He takes a sip mechanically.]

Don't know about anything wild happening at night, but every month or so Astoria ships us out someplace different for a while. You're gonna wanna be on your toes for that. Otherwise, nothing really happens in this place.