Jim takes in the fucking machines with raised eyebrows, but he resists the urge to say anything about them. This city might not be that weird on a scale of things, but Jim's still figuring a lot of it out.

"They need to work on their hospitality instead," he says.

He does take a seat as indicated, and manages not to whine any more yet about the general situation, or the particulars of how Tim is treating him.