"So, you're saying...you pick up trash?"
"Well...you could put it that way."
"Are there really that many brutes, and are they that terrifying?"
"That depends on the situation."
"What's it like outside the wall?"
"..."
Upon hearing Zed was a wild diver, the eyes of the women around him widened in curiosity as if they'd just saw a rare panda.
Their reaction wasn't completely unfounded. Since the disaster, everyone's life had become a struggle, with many women's circumstances turning especially grim, they could seat here, but some need to live on signal light.
Ed, upon hearing Zed's job, slouched back onto the couch with a drink in hand, his interest in Zed seemingly waning.
Zed, however, remained on sharp. The handshake indicated somehow Ed wasn't as simple as he appeared, his callused hands suggestive of gun usage.
