"Jeez." He sounds sympathetic, in a different way - a little concernrd, like anyone might be. (Bruce has been to different trap cities. Tom has not. It isn't anyone's business.) He wonders, distantly, if Angela's uncertainty tonight has to do with finally feeling the dregs of how exhausting being out of control of your own existence can be.

"What did you do for work in the City?" They're at the train platform by now, and Bruce runs potential 'typical Earth food' places he's noticed through his head.