"Thanks. And of course," Guy answers easily, not lingering on his white lie and eager to get started. Despite the cruelty of such a chair, when Guy sits he somehow just looks comfortable, crossing his foot over his knee and leaning back just enough without too much of a slouch. Maybe his clothes - a well-worn worker's jumpsuit, top down and tied around his waist - help that illusion. Not that he was rugged; he wasn't old enough to pull that off, and he kept himself shaved and clean, though he hadn't quite managed to get all the construction stains out of the skin of his fingers.

"So, how do we start?" Guy asks, for lack of how else to start this. If he managed to get through this whole conversation with the whole 'Hey, you saved my city, wasn't that whole thing awful' conversation skipped, he'd pat himself on the back. "We just ask these questions back and forth?"