[Ah hell, not the "W" word. Lockon frowns for a brief moment, but covers it with a long drink from his glass. Then he sets it down and waves the bot over for another.]
Yeah, when there's people left to imprison. [Eyes narrow a bit, and he jerks his chin toward the other man, curious now.] What's your association with wars? Refugee? [Hopeful, as sad as that sounds.]