"Not...really. But it's there, along with them getting the idea that we from our different worlds, with our different talents are like...heroes. None of us--us or them--stay dead when we die and we've come in with loud, creative, new ideas and...there's sometimes a bit of tension, in places. Not a lot, not loudly, but like. Of course it was one of us who won the title of Flower Queen at Merrymeet this year, right? And we're different types of people, some of us coming from cultures that are real tightly wound around certain topics, so that's taken some talking out, among ourselves and..."

A pause. It'd be a pause for breath if Angel breathed, but instead, it's a pause for realization that this guy probably doesn't want to hear all this. He's just arrived, he hasn't gotten his bearings, he doesn't need to have this all in his head, yet.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sorry."