He tilts his head to the side in a noncomittal gesture, though not unkindly. A useless bunch, existentialists, in his opinion, but the quote resonates – more than he'd like to think about – and the act of tossing around quotes reminds him fondly of someone, just slightly. (...The person he's speaking to, in fact, though the image in his head is quite different.)

"Our gilded cage, then." Not one to mince words, apparently, nor worry about being deemed a 'Stranger,' or whatever it is they call it here. "I have only just arrived in it. Is everyone here so insufferably complacent?" with a nod to the city at large.