[He returns the smile, and though his is friendly, it's hardly got the happiness in it that such an expression should.]

A bit.

[He shrugs, then.]

Not that it's a bad thing. Whole City's nothing but a collection of those lifted out of one world or another, a forced gathering of the dislocated and the lost...

[He trails off then, gazing into the distance, though whether he's looking at anything is unclear.]