[ Vangeance only gives a small cant of the head at first. He's already gotten the sense that Cinnabar isn't the type to speak frankly about their intentions or desires, which means he needs to read between the lines. The last thing he wants to do is say something insensitive to someone who already seems to wary. ... aah. That wasn't sympathy, was it. ]

Mm. I suppose it isn't surprising that this sort of place would make for many restless nights.

[ He gets it, in other words. He gets why Cinnabar might prefer to wait for nightfall before getting started.

There's a longer pause before he continues. ]

Cinnabar, I wonder if you'd permit me to ask about your homeland? [ His tone of voice is relentlessly calm and gentle. Not particularly enthusiastic, lest he sound invasive, but just a little curious. ] Of course, I understand if the subject is too painful to speak of. I wouldn't wish to exacerbate any feelings of homesickness.