[Ryan has improved in his eyes, to turn it in this direction. To not fall immediately before him. And Oren is genuinely interested. He finishes his food and ends that torture for now, though he seems to be perfectly comfortable sitting atop it rather than in an actual chair.]

I hadn't expected much, at least not in terms of anything I could enjoy, but...

[He considers it a moment longer, dropping his hands to rest on the table as he leans forward slightly.] Though we're confined and forced, it still feels free. There's green grass, open lakes, forests of trees in scattered patterns— I could get lost in all of it, even with the cities so small. There are some kind people, as well.

[He looks to Ryan.] It doesn't feel like death. Not all the time. That must be what I like the most.

[He uncrosses his legs now, still leaning forward a little.] Would it be cheating to ask you the same question? It's an optimistic one. I like it.