[Having come from one wasteland to another, he'd never thought that he'd hear another English voice. He blinks at her, then puffs out a quiet laugh as he looked away again. In retrospect, he might have been silly thinking he was still the last British person in the world.]

Best if you don't. I could complain for hours about being made to go back in that sweaty cave when there's air and quiet up here.

[He looks over his shoulder at her, curious. Were there really others from his homeland? Was the dying country he'd moved from as a child anything like its equivalent in the real world?]

Are you a freeborn, or were you unplugged?