"Who could blame them?" The thing is, if everyone's having a good time, he's hard-pressed to judge. The idea's already taking root in his mind as a possibility; the less time he spends at some daily grind, the more time he can devote to figuring this place out. They don't seem likely to hire him onto law enforcement at any level he'd be interested in, after all, and he has no designs on starting a career in retail or picking up basic lab tech.

"How're they tracking it? Does this -" a glance at their hands - "count?"

Even if that's easy passive income, it suggests a level of oversight that's frankly unsettling. Connecting his personal life to an institution as large as whatever banking system they use here is putting a few too many eyes on his movements. Paranoia, thy name is Mulder.