[Jack definitely has feelings about what being free actually means, the value of it. What you really, at the end of the day, want to be free from, or free to do. But it seems like a heavy-handed thing to get into with a little girl, and he scratches idly at the scruff along his jaw, offering her a little half-smile.]

Yeah, I guess I just . . . well. The world I'm from isn't very nice, I guess. After coming here, I can sort of see why animals might not mind being in a zoo.