He chucks the burger at York; he doesn't think to compensate for his weakened state and it lands just at the toe of York's shoe. "Asshole." The beer gets set on the ground and kicked over. "Not like I don't know that, right? Ha." He's trying to keep his agitation under control, so he looks off to the side to seethe a little bit. Then he looks back at York. "I don't know whether it's worse if you realized what you were doing or worse. You know in the time since they brought me here I didn't have one thing that I could call mine. The only thing I've had is the ability to choose when and how I check out. You gave me the option of how—I guess it was too much to ask you'd respect me to choose when."