Wow, that... that sound, someone singing. It's pretty frakking haunting. He follows it, lets his feet carry him to the medical area. There's a guy lying there in one of the beds, no one he knows, but that song, man, that song.

It's beautiful and terrible at the same time.

He's not even sure he oughtta be here, and because of that, he stays back a little. Rests his arm against the wall, head tilted down, and just... listens. He'd like to help, but he's not sure what the frak he could possibly do.

Water, maybe: he's got an unopened bottle with him. Holds it out in offering, just a little.