"Great." It is decidedly not great, but Juno's not quite sure yet what he can do about it. He's sure he'll manage to figure out some stupid grand way to throw himself against the wall of societal oppression pretty soon, just give him time.

"What do you do here, then?" He might be asking about the not caring about that shit, or about his job, or really anything. Distraction, cause, Juno will take it all.