[Weir is just not a, ah, people person in general, you could say. He is not impatient, but he has truly little regard for those who eat up their goodwill with him upon the first few minutes of a meeting.

Thus, bluntly as ever-]

A place where you have been swept away to, with no rhyme or reason, among a group of stranger that you also do not know, amid an empty city that tries to gain our trust with free "items" and food.

[In other words: he thinks it should have been obvious. Do Not Trust Anything New.]