[ Leave it to Root to make him think too hard about the mechanics of how this place works. It's total whiplash from the nostalgia to speak with someone in his own mother tongue to the very lamentable reality that they aren't even granted a luxury as small as that.

Miller puts an exasperated hand to his face, and as Root walks off to buy the drinks, he extends Shaw's gun back towards her. ]

Sooner or later, I think there's going to be nothing of us left. We just become part of this simulation.

[ He's simultaneously looking idly around the room and gestures to a table in one of the far corners. ]

Alright... How about there?