Officers Quarters
He took a bite of the gyro and chewed on it, studying from from across the counter and considering her words. "Isn't that how people are suppose to talk?" The puzzled tone in his voice made him sound a little confused over it all. "I'd listen to anyone that needs to talk. I'm not babying you, just pointing out things you could change. And judging you for your past? That is a little cruel. We all make mistakes. Having those mistakes rubbed into your face seems to defeat the purpose of actually trying to make up for them. I don't wonder why you are... whats the word...? I think someone said sullen?"
He took another bite and chewed slowly, giving her a thoughtful look. "Don't confide in them then. Talk to them like normal people. If you need to rant, I am here to listen." He gave her a smile and then set his gyro down so he could get a drink, coming back with a bottle of water. That he opened and took a sip.
At the way she responded to his question about how her day when, well he had to furrow his brows up a little and then leaned on the counter, reaching out across it to lightly tap her nose. "Did you think to ask them for help with that, Harry? I mean if they refuse to help you after you ask, then that's on them, not you. You tried." He grinned and chuckled. "Treló korítsi," he murmured fondly. "What you need to do right now, and this is only a suggestion, you need to ignore the negative attitudes and try to do what you are assigned to do."
He waved a hand around a moment before picking up the half eaten gyro and taking another bite. "All this doesn't matter. What matters is that you try to show them that you are not who they think you are. I don't doubt it will be hard, Harry, but I am here if you need a shoulder to cry on or a hug or anything else."