"It's rude to be happy about the misery of others," Jason says, with a smirking affect of his mother's voice, like he's just shy of laughing out loud at that sentiment or at China, he's not sure which. "But I don't think people are ever pleasant, and if they are it's because they've got a hand in your pocket."

He tips the seltzer water back and then wipes his lips with a handkerchief in his pocket; there are some things they all do that still reflect they have class. He won't smear the back of his hand or his sleeve against his face like a common Districter.