The comment gets him to raise a brow, picking up on the ounce of humanity Meyer has managed to put forth. It's with an unspoken form of decency that he otherwise does not acknowledge the reference nor the person involved.

"Alright, alright. You did your time," Al claps a hand on Meyer's shoulder twice, giving it a little squeeze and a shake in the process. Buck up, kid, you've been a good sport so far.

"There's a place a few streets over, nothing special but they've got pool, cards and plenty to keep the attention."

He's assuming you're cool with this, Meyer, because he's already headed in that direction.