His eyes dart down to the sloshing glass. "Careful. Wouldn't want to ruin your clothes." It's not something the average Citizen would worry about and yet it occurs to Jason, and immediately he regrets saying it. He might as well be showing up in a barrel for all the skill he's having hiding his financial status. He's out of practice, having become a borderline recluse during his too-short retirement, his truncated idleness.

"Must be quite the blow for you, switching from the Careers to the same rabble as the rest of us have to manage. You'd think they'd even sort the good ones into One and Two, but it's so random as to look calculated, if you know what I mean."