You guess so? [It was painfully obvious how curious he was, his eyes searching Cisco's for some clue as to what he meant, hoping to get more of an explanation. He could take a hint though and despite looking vaguely disappointed, he didn't press any further.]

I am. It is... nice. Full of very nice things. I do not know what some are, but the bed is nice and the 'fridge' [he looked a little proud of himself, getting to use his new words], mirrors. It is all very... [wait for it] nice.

I want to find a house, I think. For my daughter and my son and my granddaughter. Where they may live with me. [It was deeply ingrained that being a good father meant providing for your family, which he definitely wasn't doing yet here.]

As for work, I am a Perimeter Guard. Though I am told the farm can always use more workers.

What about you? You have been here for some time. Do you have a house? A job?