Jason's drink arrives just then, which helps, because his neighbor happens to mention the Catholic church. Instinctively, Jason tenses, and he downs the shot in one go, savoring the burn as the liquid makes its way down his throat. Even with the threat of the Purge looming, he thinks he would rather take his chances on the streets than with anything involving the church.

"That's kind of them," he manages. "I'll be okay in my apartment, I think." Hopes, more like. But again, he'll take his chances.

He is curious why they don't like the man beside him, though. He seems like a decent person. "How come they don't like you so much?"