“I’m from South Africa!”

"Do you like it there?"

“I like most places? I probably won’t spend my whole life there, China or America would have more for me to do. Do you like New Orleans?”

"Not that much. They've been very nice to me but I can't see myself living there indefinitely."

“Why?”

"I don't want kids, so an enclave spot isn't very useful to me the way it is to some people, and I don't like the city or have close friends there. I'll pay them back, but I don't want to just settle down."

“That makes sense!”

"Plus apparently enclaves aren't all that safe, though I have no clue what happened to Chicago."

“Something happened to Chicago?”

"You haven't heard yet? Yeah, their batch of freshman almost entirely didn't show up. One of their hangers-on did, said he went to an entrance and it wasn't the enclave any more, just gone."

“I just made it to the cafeteria, there was a mal chasing me in circles. I did not know that could happen to enclaves and it’s very alarming!”

"Did the mal get away or did someone do for it?"

“A senior went for it and they are getting their skateboard at a discount.”

"Much good may it do them."

“That’s the hope!”

"Which stairwell are you off, are we near each other? I'm over there."

“I’m a little turned around but I’m off that one, I think,” she says, pointing at a stairwell two steps removed.

"Alrighty. So I guess we won't see a ton of each other, but it was nice to meet you, and I'll remember your name, since we rhyme."

“It was nice meeting you!”