She snorts and climbs to her feet, leading him back out. "They do," she says. "I made a deal with the devil to get a nice apartment in a quote-unquote good part of town. Got some saved too, cause I don't really buy much. Wine, food. Work's not too hard to come by, especially not for people like us. They're all about science and industry." She rolls her eyes, leading him across the wharfs to the exit. "They're all very impressed with themselves. We'll blend right in. Well. Sort of."

She waits until they've reached the bathysphere before turning to him and regarding him seriously. "They aren't fans of different here, as you probably guessed from the year and the American bit. I've managed more or less. I work for a bigot who hires people like me. I can probably get you what you need, but I don't know how good it'll be. And I don't think I can trust any of my connections to get specific about the whys."