He nods and pockets the card again, understanding. They work the same as credit cards and the like back in his world, and it's something of a relief to find something familiar in this place, only they're given money simply for being here instead of absolutely having to earn it. Or steal it, as had been his inclination the past couple of weeks.

But the similarity means it's just as likely they can track him and what he's doing should he use it, so he'll remain cautious. If he feels he has to, he will, but he has no intention of accepting anything from those who'd take him and keep him here against his will.

He recalls that this child has been here for a long time--longer than the amount of time he can even remember living--and wonders why the thought remains in his head. Perhaps it has something to do with how he seems so cheerful and accepting of everything. He cannot imagine feeling that way about this place in that situation, even if he was capable of being cheerful.

He feels like he should clarify that, but it takes him a moment to settle on the words. "Are you... satisfied with being here?"