He kept an eye on her out of habit as she moved behind the bar. He took a bite of his sandwich. As he swallowed, he raised an eyebrow. "Sandwich guy?" he questioned, amused. He wasn't going to complain though. He'd been called worse.
Jason sighed. "Unfortunately, I don't know as much about this place as I wish I did. I just got here yesterday. I do know that, so far at least, we have had a relatively large amount of freedom, with no obvious guard presence. I don't doubt their there, though." He thought for a second before continuing. He didn't know what to tell her, but he could at least mention some of the perks. "They - whoever they are - are apparently trying to find a better solution to prison. Thave given us each private rooms, our own bathrooms and the freedom to come and go as we please within this area. You'll see a message on your computer when you get to your room. It'll explain all of it."