Not much to do? [Something like a prisoner of war, then. Officer status, considering everything. Parole given -- or assumed -- to allow them to wander about, given good rooms and food. But not free and not active.]

Damn. [He chuckles a bit, flashing a smile.] Must be some way to make a bit of fun here. [Granted, all fun gets just as dull after awhile; the idleness of the Peace didn't suit him well. But he can at least try to enjoy himself for a bit while he's here.] Liquor aplenty, obviously. [And, according to his sister, without a price to pay for it.] What other vices are there to indulge?