Konstantin nods his agreement, though there's an odd weight that forms in the center of his chest. They've lost people in his year since being in this place. They've failed to keep everyone here alive. It's... a strange feeling of failure. Maybe if he'd acted more, done more... maybe he could have done something to stop the deaths that have occurred. But he tries not to fall into that despair, to be a positive, uplifting presence, the way he needed to be for his men back home.

"There are lots of things you could get your hands on, around here. We have a little store that's always in need of supplies, and the community center always needs chopped wood. Ah, and how's your ice fishing? I've been teaching myself how, and I could always use a buddy." He grins, clapping one hand good-naturedly to Arthur's shoulder.