[ Man, laughing is, like, the last thing on his mind. He DOES snort, though, and his mouth twists into a grimace. ]

Stuck inside for a hundred years, and you were fine with just looking outside? Shit, if I was in your position, I'd have broken through the window and given new breathing holes to anyone trying to stop me.

[ There's no pity in his voice, but there might be something close to grudging understanding. ]