It's strange indeed, which is why Thane surmises that the knock back for insubordination in the city must be pretty severe. "Fuck all" is vague but he can only guess how little you have to speak out to get tased. Or worse. There's always worse, even if it's not out in the open.

"I see. Unsurprising, but troubling nonetheless." There's finally a movement to break up Thane's rigid posture as he leans against the same counter as Hank, mostly so he can lower his voice a bit while still allowing the other to hear him among all the noise. He stretches his neck a bit as well. The frequency in soreness has risen in the past couple of days, though nowhere near as bad as it had been before he arrived. He wonders why the AI would bring a terminally ill drell to this place. "Considering they control our methods of communication, our housing — very few spaces to speak freely, I assume. I've tried searching the dormitories for bugs." But that's more of a force of habit thing.