A waste of time. That's what this is. They could be pouring their resources into getting out, into fighting back, into doing virtually anything but going along with this charade of entertaining the Authority, but that's apparently not what's going on here. On some level, Jet's already trying to justify this to himself. It could be useful to...burn off steam? Work out the cabin fever? Feel a little less at odds?

Sure. Something like that.

He's assumed the expression that would not look out of place on a long-suffering adult who's been needled by a wayward child in the aisle of a grocery store for something like an hour, his eye shut as Ghoul...dances around him. Whatever the fuck he's doing.

"You done?"