He takes it as something of a nod, nodding back in lieu of trying to suggest it's nice to meet him. It hasn't been a nice meeting for either of them and they both know it.

He smiles weakly, and says, "You are a kind of médico aren't you? Or were?"

Though even that smile doesn't last, falling away as his gaze goes back down. It does seem futile. Even if he could care for it, what else might be in store down here? He worries about even being recognizable when all is said and done, then pushes the thought aside.