He blinks in surprise and shakes his head, taking the page gingerly and folding it up, tucking it into his jacket. "... It is. I had... some freedom, but it wasn't like it was... permanent. School and stuff... I'd hang around the city a while, but then come home and get sent out to kill. Always something to do."

Otoha gestures around them. "This stuff... no one's telling me what to do, and most of what's here to do isn't killing. So... kind of hard to deal."