[He won't pry into V's small amount of hope, however it had manifested itself. Those stories are never an answer of the same simplicity as the question, and besides, V's turned it around on him. Broad shoulders roll in a shrug, posture lounging forward against the bar top as he polishes off the last of golden whiskey in the crystal glass. Real glass, it seems, not the disposable replacements he's accustomed to finding in most venues as result of diminished world resources.]

Dunno, I mean, it's sure as hell not like this. [A flippant gesture signals the area around them.] Never been to Earth before. You know your planets?

[Months have passed, he's not as guarded with this information. Once he would have dodged it. Now, he's certain it's public knowledge somewhere on the Morningstar network. It doesn't matter much.]

I was born and raised on a colony on Mars. Then I was on a ship in space for a while, now I'm here. Been here since August. Doesn't look like I'll be headed back any time soon, and I'm fine with that. The technology isn't that advanced from what I'm used to, just kinda evolved in a different direction, or something. [Again, another tap to the embedded implant.]