V watches Shalem reach out to rub a leaf, though his thoughts are mainly focused on the other man's questions. Normally, he can't say he would agree that getting lost is anything approaching fun, but there's some underlying current of adventurousness that seems to have awoken in him. Curiously, it has been softening some of the frustration since he stepped foot in here.

"Yes, well, humidity not withstanding, I find 'the sights' preferable to the dance floor." Which is not to say he would put it past the architects of this impossible space to have put one in. "To say nothing of the distinct lack of an audience."

Attention drawn to the heat, however, v tugs awkwardly at the bottom hem of his vest, redistributes his weight a bit uncomfortably.