He nods, thinking about who those people might have been. Might still be. Are they waiting for Clark to come home, like Kamala's parents? Or are they long gone, like his own? It's something he can't bring himself to ask, something that's understandably touchy for him. "It's human nature, right? To see something helpless and wanna protect it." At least, that's what he tells himself so he doesn't come off as a good guy, even in his own mime.