[ he grimaces into the gloom, as if to ask what kind of a question is that? it's regular. it's bloody well normal. but even as he experiences such indignation, he understands the question. a year in this place is more than enough to acquaint him with the differences. ]

We've none of that 'lectricity stuff, for one. Or...zippers. [ the word tastes foreign on his tongue. ] The future sounds so polite and kind. But back home, we do for ourselves.