Dorin registers that moment of change in Jack's expression, from tense to warm, and it leaves him feeling both grateful to his co-worker and uncertain about his decision to come over. Is the other man putting on an act for his benefit? He hopes not. But he doesn't know Jack well enough to be able to tell and he's already interrupted the man's thoughts. There's nothing to do now but stay.

At mention of Director Thornton's approach, his own smile wanes a little and he shakes his head. "No. He certainly isn't," he agrees, "But...he knows what's needed. Right? Or he wouldn't be in charge of something so important." While he does believe this, he knows it isn't the point, and Jack's next question leaves much less room for aimless affirmations. He finds himself glancing down at his shoes.

"...Yeah. My friend Noah's been out here for five years. And I...still don't think I understand it either. What it's actually like out there. What they actually do out there. Even with all the stories." Though it wouldn't be at all unlike Noah to keep the worst details from him. The older man is always trying to protect him. The realization sparks a sharp pang of guilt but he forces himself to look back at Jack all the same. "But I'm sure your being here will make things easier on them. At least."