[ Kim shakes his head. ] You don't need to apologize just for talking. [ She's not the first young lady that he's said that to since his arrival, and he suspects that she won't be the last. To apologize, or to feel as though he should, for talking too much is an impulse he's tried to curb in himself, and isn't one he relishes in seeing in others. It's certainly no coincidence that both of the people who have done that to him are young women, he thinks. ] I asked a question with a complicated answer, and you answered it.

[ He glances beside her at the store window she stopped beside, the insides as ostentatious as Kim could imagine, beautiful fabrics and velvet seats on display. He's used to not having money in a way that means that he pinches his pennies, or cannot afford the things that he covets, but not to the extent that he would ever worry about the danger of the sky itself being ripped from his grasp. ]

That sounds like a difficult way of life, [ he says, instead of the far more colourful things he could say. ] And dangerous, for all of you.

[ Physical and mental. It shouldn't be allowed to build above an extant city. Who's to say that that same poor regulation wouldn't lead to the whole thing simply falling upon the people below? ]

Some people -- but not you, I take it? You watched this happen?