"I'd like to think that," Walter says, since it seems to be the thing to say. He's starting to worry about being caught with idle hands and settles to sit down at one of the multiple nearby tables, wiping it over and looking up at the other man. "Was he human like me?" It would make sense if he needs the helmet and seems to be fair game since Lark is a werewolf. "I still don't always know who used to be an inmate, or who their wardens were back then."