"Not my first time bein' press-ganged but the first time I got press-ganged to somewhere where they got cream an' sugar at the ready."

He pulls a face that's a sort of disgruntled kind of bewildered. Not much of this is making sense. Pretty high captivity standards.

"Guess I figured I should ask how long's this been goin' to see how stable it is." He's paranoid. He doesn't know how bad things can go wrong if the wrong people try to bust this thing up. And he's been the wrong people before.