He glanced over at the guy, at the temper he'd unwittingly stirred up, and refrained from shaking his head. He didn't intend to exacerbate that particular problem, but he would say one more thing. "No matter how you look at it, man, the world already ended," he answered, his voice quiet in comparison. "We're fighting for the right to build a new one."

There was no tension in his posture. No anger. It was too nice and warm - even if it was getting stickier - to get angry. A part of him wondered how often he was going to be able to go out and enjoy the weather once they got to the Dome. He could stand a life without windows if he got to go out and see the sky now and then.