The dismissive way the man was acting was grating at Guy more and more as he continued to work at the conversation. It was probably a better idea to just stop talking and agree to disagree, but he also knew that he was level-headed enough to keep up with this discussion without losing his temper. He could only imagine how Luke or even Anise might have behaved if they came across this man.

"You're free to do that," he said as he shrugged and kept working, having moved to the top of the table by now. There weren't even many food stains, but he continued to work even things that looked like the hint of a stain out of the tabletop.

"But you're only harming yourself. The grand majority of people here are from places other than Earth or from times that you aren't used to." Claude, for instance, was from Earth -- and yet this guy probably wouldn't give him the time of day just because he'd been into space. It was honestly a bit xenophobic. "If you really want to find the truth of this place, you'll have to talk to your fellow prisoners. You're cutting out important contacts because you're assuming we're insane."

Wasn't it just as likely that they were telling the truth? But the man refused to open his mind up even slightly.