"Ask whatever you like," she says. She sounds sincere, too. Enough people have heard about what her world is like that it isn't much of a secret, anyway. But she's genuinely interested in his answer, too, nodding at the mention of comic books, then tilting her head a little at his question. "No, but I'm not well-versed on Earth media. What's it about?"

The fact that he's about as nerdy as she is when it comes to his choice of entertainment only contributes to his boyish persona. But she'll keep from making assumptions about his age. She's had plenty of people do it to her, and it can often be irritating instead of flattering.

It does tug at her heartstrings to see him still out of sorts, but a new wardrobe won't fix the mindfrak of being tossed into the Nexus. She rejoins him on the curb, mindful not to sit in the direction of the smoke. "There are plenty around here," she says kindly. "I wish I could recommend you one, but I've only spent the night in the Nexus twice, and both times were at my friend's apartment."