The vending machines are my friends.

[he keeps getting caffeinated with soda pop, which doesn't help his jittery feelings of anxiety all over.]

But I don't mind having someone else looking out for me. [grinning at damian, he points at the trees] Did y'know they're organic? They've put some stuff in the water that feeds to 'em so that the leaves and flowers are all neon-y and bioluminescent at night. Bacteria of sorts.

You meet all sorts of people 'round these parts.