Matt raised his eyebrows at Lottie when she accusingly asked what was funny. Apparently, she did not appreciate the laughter, which Matt couldn't say he didn't understand. But it still didn't get him any closer to begin to want to tell her why he was laughing. As for the staff, after the piss poor attempt at an united front while the speech was going on, they'd lost Matt's respect.
"Probably, but then again the other way around is also very possible." He said shrugging and tried to smile. Matt knew this wasn't the answer she'd been looking for, and he was probably only irritating her further this way, but he couldn't help it. "But if you're asking regarding the situation, then no, I don't." He didn't. Not about what had happened, anyway.
He laughed at what she said, but didn't answer. Matthew didn't think anyone could feel at home there, however comfortable that place was. Sure, he'd been everywhere, done everything, and seen all sorts in the ship, but at home he wasn't. Matt laughed again as Lottie described herself as a starving artist, though he thought she probably still made more money than a starving artist.
"Unless they are paying you illegally low amounts of money for working here, you're still better off." He said, amused. "And if they are, you can sue, I think. And then make enough money to stop starving." He didn't know much about law, but it seemed logical.