Some part of him vaguely knows he should feel bad for him... more than anything he just feels annoyed. He's been stuck in Rapture for five years. All because some bald asshole convinced him it would be better than getting torn apart by his adoptive brother's gang. It seems so pointless to get upset at this point.

"Cool it. Alright? I didn't say I wanted cash, I just wanna see if you're any use to me." He pauses to think it over a bit, mostly trying to ignore the... shell shock, maybe? "We can say you owe me a couple tens, or you can tell me what the surface is like these days. Anything useful. If it's real useful I can help you get started on blending in."