Solomon was about to retort, but then thought better of it.  He wanted to stay hidden; he didn't want to go back to the infirmary.  He didn't want to do anything in particular with his freedom, he just had a mischievous desire to not be controlled.  "Sure, why not," he said, getting on a bicycle machine and started pedaling.

"So...you're really OK?  No headaches?  nosebleeds?" Israfil asked, concerned.

"I'm fine," Solomon said, sounding mildly annoyed.