[Her legs tucked up affords him room to stretch his own at an angle, shoulder jammed against the plexiglass siding of the shelter.] Invest in a decent umbrella yet? [Which is a joke - mostly. Charlie cuffs her lightly on the shoulder with his knuckles, threatening the hold of her heels on the edge of the bench.]

You know there's plenty of real estate in the city. So long as you don't go round punching and cheating your landlord at cards, you might be able to find some native willing to let you a flat. [He knows she's not terribly keen on the Initiative, but that doesn't mean she's got to sequester herself out in a bloody wasteland.]