[ Hands falter around the flower briefly. A modest smile, without looking at him. ]

I'm from a city, yes. It's probably not the kind you're thinking of though.

[ She thinks that might sound strange. Let her clarify: ]

The City is what we call it. It's a lot like this place, underground with no way out. Except made of metal and rust and... [ Blood?

She doesn't want to ruin this perfectly pleasant conversation just yet. ]

We just don't get as much organic life in there. So this is nice...