"What do you do?" He expects her to say something outlandish, at this point. Half the people he's spoken to do completely insane things; he feels mundane, despite being a D-list celebrity at home.

Jae nods, happy about his landlord, all things considered. (It makes him remember that CiD broadcast about the Militia, and how the guy had checked on every single one of them.) When they get off the elevator, it's not too far down the hall to the door of his apartment, and he deftly unlocks it and pushes it open, and - well. It's got character.

"Home sweet home," he says wryly, of the black-and-white tile floor that expands out from the entryway, leading to wood paneling and murals.