[The words were more than enough to shift his focus, knowing that the voice was directed towards him. At first Haku did not react or reply to him, merely tugged a bit at the collar of his shirt, having no interest in feigning that he was unaware of the chips by any means. Though he could not help a light snort, giving a cold shoulder to yet another person propositioning him to let them know he was not interested in their games. As far as he was concerned, this place would be a minor annoyance and nothing more than that. Sure he had his body back and was breathing again, but there were always lingering hints of the grave on him. Outfit sullied by dirt and dried blood, nails in about the same state with the polish chipped from breaking down in the grave.

Slowly he finally turned, regarding him with a cool but calm gaze.]

You say that as if I do not know that, though these people are natives to this place and as such I sincerely doubt that they have the chips such as us newer arrivals. They know about the programs and they know what they have to do, thus they do so as it means the survival of their kind.

[He pauses for a moment, lightly fingering one of the beads on the chain.]

When faced with extinction humans turn to their base instincts, what makes them happy and what will propagate their numbers so that their blood does not die out. It is simple observation, though it seems simplicity was lost upon you.