"… Thanks," she says, totally not feeling guilty.

And then Matt has his food and is stumbling around sort of table-wards-ly!

"Good morning! How're you doing?"

He pauses and adjusts course so he's actually going towards their table.

"Uh. I'm a bit tired."

"I hear you. I'm not a morning person myself," he says in spite of the... cheer.

Matt does in fact observe the cheer.

"So – how've you been?" asks Rachel.

Hollister is curious about this as well.

"– Okay?"

"Good, good."

"Good! So I've been talking to your friend Rachel, and you're young and such, but I was wondering if you had any specific job in mind? The City's a new beginning, man! New opportunities, you can be whatever you want to be!"

"… Uh." He sniffs. "It might be a bit early for this."

"Sure, sure, but the sooner you tell me the better, so I can find something for you. The Dee of Oh doesn't really care, so... I want to do the caring for them."

"– I meant too early in the morning. But. Yeah, uh." Pause.

It seems like he might be thinking…?

He nods encouragingly.

"I, um." Pause. "I'm not sure I really had much in mind, back on Earth?"

"That's okay, you can do whatever you want here!"

"… Right, but, I just mean. I don't know what I'd be good at, or what's available, or, like, anything."

"I think pretty much everything that existed on Earth exists here?" Pause. "Maybe not fishing."

"Never got any fish?"

"Well, there are lakes and rivers out in the Outlands but they're more for industrial fishers and what-have-you, most people don't live out there. Oh, and rockets, those don't really work here. Planes aren't very useful, either, but helicopters are."

"Rockets… don't work? Is the gravity different or something?"

"Apparently it gets fuzzy at the edge of the map."

"Yes, they tried this a while ago and the rocket just disappears after it goes high enough. We don't have real space."

"Oh," says Rachel. "… I didn't realize things disappeared at the edge of the map." Pause. "Do they make a habit of doing that or is it just upwards?"