His answer about mountains makes her smile. The sounds of the mountains were her favorite, when Reynard gave her a small peek into how he hears the world, and the thought of having a conversation with them is a pleasant one. But that smile fades when Reynard complains about city life, first into mild confusion, and then into sympathy. This isn't the ranting of a cranky old man who can't figure out how to check himself out at the grocery store, or pay for something online. Cameras, IDs, technology that connects... it excludes him. How can an immortal spirit function in a world like that?

"I get it," she says quietly. "It sounds frustrating... and dangerous, to have everything connected like that." You never know when a sentient AI uprising will take advantage. "It must make it harder for you to blend in when you need to."

She finishes her coffee while he thinks, curious to hear what he'll say. His analogy surprises her. It's not one she's heard of before. "Microbes have a protective shell, of sorts. An egg is giant cell, essentially, and microbes are single-celled organisms. So... yeah, kind of."

It's a caveat she expects from him, the voice of reason from a Winter heart. "Sometimes being smart isn't enough," she replies, so softly that she probably didn't mean to say it out loud. She blushes a little and adds, "You're right, it's good to know your limits, but Steve wasn't doing anything he couldn't handle... I wasn't either."