[He takes the continued conversation as an invitation to sit, and does so, though he doesn't touch the wine again. She was more or less right - it's not an unpleasant taste, but it's not to his taste.]

If you're free, you live in the Zones, and life is hard. The desert outside Battery City. We get water, runners take it all over and leave it where people can take it, but I don't remember the last time it rained. [Despite his broad build, Jet's voice is soft and gentle.]

The city is a prison. They have luxuries, but no freedom.