Blaine makes a soft amused sound through a smile, tilting his head at this stranger. He's gruff. Probably some tortured stoic type, never the kind of person Blaine liked to surround himself with. You don't know what's going on in their heads. They could be thinking something dangerous.

"You're rather laconic. No tips for a relative newcomer? Or just for flavor, what do people do around here for fun? I miss Netflix already." Liv's told him what to do for food, as distasteful as he finds it, and he's more than capable of providing for himself, but entertainment has proven harder to come by.