[TOUCHE. . . being starving children on the street is probably better than being trapped in an experiment]

[Lyney nods at that, lifting another hand to his chin thoughtfully]

There is nothing wrong with that, of course. Being a prisoner doesn't mean one should ruminate in unhappiness for the entirety of their captivity.

. . . oh!

[hang on, he's getting distracted by what seems to be a small, quaint, French-style pastry shop]

Would you look at that. Is that a taste of home, I see?