"Mm," he grunts in response to her first statement. He doesn't worry about any of them, honestly - that would imply he cares. He knows the people of this world are oppressed, in some ways similar to how the people in his own world are oppressed by the military regimes of the QZs.

But if he bothered to worry about that, he would be consumed with it. And that way lies madness. He doesn't have it in him to worry about anyone beyond his small circle.

"I think they think it's some kinda fashion statement," he finally says, responding to the flannel thing. "Stupid, but at least I won't run out of warm clothes."