He smiles and sips at his own drink. He's alright with people holding their silence, respecting that sometimes men don't wish to speak. And he finds he kind of likes Locke, even if he doesn't understand the exact reasons behind his evasiveness.

He is tired though and needs to sleep. So he finishes his drink and turns to the quiet older man. 'I want to thank you for your assistance Mr. Locke. I must go but I hope we get the chance to speak again.'