As evidenced by the scowl on his face, he doesn't like the sound of that. It's different from his usual scowl, if you squint.

"It's a mall," he says plainly. "It's gotta be like... I mean there's gotta be some place the mall is, right? Some town or city or... it can't all be fuckin' mall." He sounds tired just trying to stave off that conclusion he finds himself reaching inevitably. "Christ, it reeks of pretzels and linoleum. I don't suppose you got a line on what that lesson might be, eh?"