Aah. I getcha. Thought you were allergic or something. But those baristas had better get their eyes checked -- you'd expect jugs to be labeled at least!
[ And Gabriel's more than willing to entertain him as he walks, though he's not the keenest after his encounter with the physical manifestation of Skepticism the day before... ] I'll try my best.
[ Bit of throat clearing. ] Short version is that this prison's AI warden pulled you out from your dimension using very advanced technology. That would -- vaguely! -- explain why you're not home and you're not getting any service.