Miller could have pointed out that 'not that bad' meant different things to different folks. Megaera could leave the House, so to her, it wasn't terrible. Prisoners had a way of looking at prisons with different eyes than their guards.
He kept his thoughts to himself, though, eating pizza as he listened. It took a lot more than death-talk to curb his appetite. And Megaera was at least willing to level with him. He had met some people on the network who were too wary to talk openly with strangers, or who found his questions more on the level of an interrogation. He didn't hold it against them, but it did make learning about his fellow abductees that much trickier.
"Sounds like we've got that in common: finding things out about people." Miller jerked a finger toward himself, saw that it was shiny with oil, and wiped it clean. "I'm an investigator. Or - I was. Now I sell cars and I try to solve mysteries. Only no one seems to agree on what warrants looking into and what doesn't around here. You ain't wrong; this place follows its own rules." Where dead wasn't always dead. Case in point, Miller himself. "I gotta ask... what's a Zagreus? Guessing he ain't your pet? Is he - it? - your ward or something? Boyfriend? Girlfriend?"