"Yeah." Eyebrows. What did he think he meant? Jim takes a large bite of sandwich, eats it hurriedly so he can get more words out without being gross. "I don't mind. It's just a space. Bugs the crap out of me that people have to pay for housing here, anyway."

Jim's not completely naive. As previously noted, there's really nothing worthwhile in this shoebox of an apartment, anything vital secreted away elsewhere.

"Besides, it's not like, luxury accommodations."

It's sort of shit. In fact.