[There's a little muffled laugh there, somewhere, as Todd lowers his head toward the countertop, too-long strands of blond brushing it as he does. His hair's gotten a little shaggy here, without all the propriety and appearances to worry about, but certainly nothing like this.

He glances back up with a little smirk.]

A perspective that's a few inches lower and a lot less comfortable.

[And there's a little shake of his head.]

That's not exactly right - what I said. We're us, I know we are, just... only inside. It's kind of strange that this is almost more uncomfortable than when the City actually changes who we are. Maybe because we can detach ourselves from it, sometimes...

[The idle wonderings of the young poet. He'll start writing about this, eventually.]