'I was there,' the other man finishes his sentence, and Credence finds himself nodding numbly, looking at the other's shoulder instead of him. He has a darker shade of scrubs, but it might be white--there's no telling with this light. Maybe he'd just been there for a longer time and they were stained from dirt? There's no red on them. If that theory's true, then that means he hasn't killed.

He's been taught to see the worst from the start, after all. Why stop now? Especially here.

The other's warning proves a point, even though Credence would very much have liked it to have started with the warning and ended with it instead of 'scare the newcomer to prove the point.'

"I thought the village was okay," he says slowly, carefully, because the last thing he wants to do is upset the other. He doesn't want to rock the boat, doubly so with being so new, and when it comes to other people's temperaments, thanks to Ma, he always errs on the side of caution.