Marcos waves off his apology. There's nobody around here who could blame him. He takes a glance around the room and notes the closed doors, but he hasn't really seen anyone come out in the last hour. He reasons that they probably would have poked their head out to see what the racket was if they were here.

"At the moment. There's a few others who come and go." And the visitors that come by pretty frequently. Since he's seen what they deal with at a few of the other houses, he counts them as lucky. At least they don't have a curfew. "You just moved in, right? ...Sorry you have to deal with all this. I know it's a lot."

The guy looks like he's had a rough time, so Marcos can only guess. He glances at the crutch again briefly, then nods to their kitchen area. "You want a drink?"