"Yeah?" The twitch of a smile lingers just a fractional amount longer, this time. "Had a cousin in Queenstown. You ever run into a Joel Gaeta?"

Probably not, he surmises. Queenstown was a pretty big city.

(Gods, listen to him actually making small talk with Anders.)

"And yeah, they've got everything," he goes on, trying to shift to make himself a little more comfortable. "Mostly just stuck with ambrosia and Virgon Brew though."