[That makes him chuckle again, though he is not yet sure this is much of a place for laughter… an idea that the way they’re pushed back to the holding cells reinforces. When they reach it, they’re close enough to continue talking.]

Well, they’re letting us get clean, and they’re not killing us yet. That says something for them. I’ve been in other places a little like this —- not so much on this side of things. No one hatching out of eggs in our cellars.

I’m Jon Snow.

[And you?, his expression says.]