Once again, Simon found himself following Jack, only now, since he wasn't worried about the Alliance finding him -- well, part of him probably always would be, but at least he knew on some level that they couldn't find him here -- he had the presence of mind to think back on what life used to be like, what it was to be polite and make conversation, especially when people were being polite and helpful in their own right.
"So, I take it, since you and others have been here enough to know to give that explanation, that no one's figured a way out yet?" It was somewhere between statement and question, not a judgment, more an observation. The possibility of being here for who knew how long unnerved him, even if it meant temporary safety from the monsters pursuing him and River. "I never thought I'd want my old life back."