"Ah, sort of like cigs," says Mike, nodding. When she asks him about what he misses most, he looks down at the bar counter, and at the tupperware pool in front of him.
"Reckon I miss my family the most, even my dad," he says, rubbing his stubbled chin. "My little brother Pete. Little, my God, he's 24, probably married by now. I can't go and see them, you know. At first they thought I was off in the Royal Air Force, right? The Reserves. Did a bit of that my one year at Cambridge, under DTUS. It all made sense, right. But Corliss went AWOL from the Empire, and they 'ad my family and most of me mates infested. Thought it'd be the best chance of tracking me down, and me leading them to the rebellion. Hasn't worked yet." He shrugs. "Reckon I also just miss being able to do normal stuff, you know, like go to a record store or a movie theatre. Eat at a normal restaurant, heh." He smiles. "What d'you miss the most? Where were you from, on Earth? If ya couldn't tell, I was from England. Merseyside."