Cayde watches quietly, with perhaps the briefest pang of wistfulness. Ah, kids. He can't help but grin at the enthusiasm, the eagerness. That the parents are busy isn't a detail that goes amiss.

The warmth of the room's surroundings vanish with the memory, and the Exo turns towards Chikai while the thought of the man in his younger stages is fresh in his mind. "Yeah. I think that's part of what makes 'em kids." He glances at the barren walls again, such a contrast to what it had been before. It strikes him as a sad thing.

"Hope they at least stayed up there a while," he says as his eyes move on, drifting towards the closet. Or maybe it's a door out. If he's got any qualms about poking around someone else's space while they're watching, he's already gotten over that debate as he steps over to tug at the door.