"That's 'cause you are real generous 'n real kind." A frank declaration as he slips into the bend of the tunnel, out of the way of anyone passing behind them.

No empty compliment here. Being able to feel some degree of empathy and patience even for those who treat you most harshly, most unfairly--that's a rare and precious skill. Anger would be justified, would be understandable. Knowing that and being able to let it go? Most people couldn't. It deserves to be acknowledged, like so much else about K that his world didn't bother to credit because it fell outside of their metrics for him.

He steps up to the glass too, turning backwards once he does, facing towards the tunnel, his head falling noiselessly back against the glass, so that he can both look up overhead, at the wide angle across from them, and also easily glance at K without needing to turn to do so.

A spotted eagle ray passes above them, its white underbelly seeming to almost brush the arched glass before it carries smoothly on its way, the shape of its mouth and gills seeming to smile down at them. "Looks like it's flying doesn't it?" He's seen rays before, but never quite like this, and he can't pretend it isn't captivating.