Uh. [He sighs, thinking, making a face. He skips that first thing, because awkward's gonna happen if it wants to happen, and he decides to skip the second, too, because it's hard to come up with interesting stories right off the top of his head, especially since thinking about his life back home mostly gets him a mushed up collection of memories of sinking into the couch not paying attention to whatever's on TV while the world just kind of does its thing around him.

Door number three it is.]

Uh, Detroit's- I don't know what you already know about it. It's just a city. A big city. Used to be known for making cars, now it's known for all CyberLife's big android manufacturing plants. Got some pro sports shit going on, uh, touristy stuff, art shit, I don't know, the usual. Without knowing much about uh, where you come from it's kinda hard to think of what you even want to know about. I don't know, do you like sports? Or art, or...?

[That's what people small talk about, right? Sports, art, maybe some intellectual bullshit? Something about the weather?]