[ It's difficult to tell exactly whether the other man understands — but something to the way he holds contact with Konstantin's gaze feels telling, not meeting the cosmonaut's attention with any trace of confusion or unease. It's something intentional, a small secret moment between them, eyes to eyes. It lasts for those few seconds, and then Konstantin is flowing just as easily to the next thing, a smile curving the corners of his mouth. ]

Please do. I'll join you there, so we can get to know one another a little better.

[ Nothing odd or suspicious to that! Konstantin's captors already know he's chatty; he's made sure to keep up that reputation. Making conversation, asking questions, amicable. Of course he's made sure to seem frustrated at times (which is certainly nothing feigned), but even that much is good-natured more than anything. Why is he being kept here? When will he leave? Sometimes he laughs as he asks them, or gives his eyes a playful roll.

He stands, and politely scoots his chair back under the table, heading over to one of the beds to sit down — body language comfortable, relaxed. He is trying very hard not to think about the fact that the sun is probably dropping as he speaks, and that Vasiliy Yegorovich is locked in this place with him. Maybe this time the creature will eat him. Maybe what happened last time was some strange fluke — a thing still learning about the world, sensing different blood types, forming preferences. Maybe a lot of things. (Maybe Vasiliy Yegorovich has something bad inside of him, too.) ]

I'm sorry for all of this. You probably wish you hadn't been working that night. Someone else could've found the banged-up spaceman instead. [ Another smile, and then something that's a way to find out a bit more information on Vasiliy. ] Your family must be worried.