There's a funny drop in his mood at that, which for all but the most perceptive goes unexpressed. Most of what's left of his life is already in the city. He has a daughter to return to, of course, but Luna is off in another galaxy and not speaking to him besides (with good reason), and Crystal– well, he can't help but wonder if it isn't better for everyone, that he isn't there.

But being trapped grates on his nerves on principle.

"A few left clinging to sanity, then." He nods, approving despite the disparaging tone. (Maybe that's just how he talks.) Then, a cunning redirection: "And what were you before this place snatched you up?"