"I... suppose at least you found out on your own terms. The difficulty, for a Ghost, is that you can't offer physical comfort easily and for some circumstances there are no adequate words.

On the other hand, he has a very tactile partner. Bryn has no words to offer at all, she just reaches impulsively across the table to touch Steve's hand gently. They don't know each other well and she wonders after doing it if it's 'proper'. But it feels like the right thing to do and now... well, the offer of human contact is there, if he wants.

"It's hard to imagine any city without its lights," she says with a slight smile. Slight, because he just mentioned his mother dying and she can't hide the distressed pang that crosses her face. Come on, Bryn. Don't ask about that mystery. You're trying to cheer him up. "What kind of work did you do there? I'm going to guess the job opportunities weren't exactly the same as around here."

She has to do a bit of thinking back to answer his question. "The first time I went was a long time ago, and we were visiting family so we had to do kind of a tour. But I remember Darwin in North Australia, stopping over in Illinois, and a couple of places in the European Zone... I, uh, don't know what they'd be called in your time." She shrugs sheepishly. "And some classmates and I went to Kolkata for a couple of weeks."