[He snorts a scoff, taking a drag from his cigarette.]

We're all stuck with each other.

... But I guess that's more good than bad, huh? [He drapes his arm across a knee. The other is bouncing, bare foot tapping the smooth tile floor.] ... There're people here who were willing to be stuck with me. They didn't have to be — but I'm still here, so...

[He glances to Rosinante.]

I didn't see as much, once they pushed me further down.

But I could hear you talking. To them. Real pleasant crowd, huh?