Luciel was stonefaced during her outburst, either numb to her emotions or expecting it. 
[i]Truthfully, I knew words and agonizing pasts could only harm the ones they hold. It was a shame that she was like the rest...[/i]

There was no point in sharing his past with her, she was only minutes of being free after who knows how long. Her history and her world was all she had to torture herself with in the hopes that it would be that much less than the abuse. Or maybe it was just one agonizing lump of twisted thoughts that went fetid in the darkness of her cell long before he came to save her. With this though, Luciel resolved himself to leave her be. He was alive, and there was certain to be another prison to bust someone out of if her association failed to pan out. Still, he couldn't help but empathize in small ways with her story...

Luciel's amber-red eyes narrowed in dull skepticism. "I apologize..." he started, pausing to collect his words to respond to her demeanor, "...I am sure it haas been a while since you haf been free" his accent peeking in as he went back to his work examining moss, his voice trailing off. He put his confidence in giving her time to adapt to fresh air, natural sun and grass under her feet...there would hopefully be time to talk when she would be more inclined too.