"South Detroit," he corrects with a crooked smile, cocking his head to the side and nodding. That was good enough for him, for the moment. He still trembled internally, eager to ask dozens of questions but sensible enough to know by now he ought to hold back. He's socially inept in a lot of ways, but he makes his best efforts when given any time to remember his graces, few though they may be.

"What about you, though? You're from the old world - that's amazing to me. You're...well. What do you do there? What's it like?"