"There's a lot this place is shit at, I've noticed." Any place that's going to kidnap people and dump them in some ass-backwards place with no technology and no explanation is shit. He's not a fan.

He regards her for a thoughtful moment, eyes sweeping over her jacket. There's a certain measure of something--pride, maybe, or affection--in the way she talks about it, wears it.

"Did you have a jacket like that back home?"