[Cold. In her description he sees an image of his own world, the small village of New Volga, beaten down and covered in a heavy white blanket of quiet snow. Maybe that's why his people have done so well in the frigid wasteland climate of Mars, maybe it's because they come from a place just as unforgiving on Earth itself. That is, assuming his Earth and Peggy's bear any resemblance to each other.

He still wants to hear it. Maybe he'll never see the country of his ancestors, but she offers some far-flung glimpse of another world, one bound to him by his heritage.]

Wasn't really expecting anything, to be honest. It's cold on Mars too. Snows all the time.

[An atmosphere terraformed as the UN colonies here hope to be, yet not one that has offered a lenient environment. Cain puts the vape to his lips, draws in another white cloud of vapor and breathes it out toward the sky.]

So, you ever do anything besides work and fight wars?