"And I suppose if you have yourself threaded into the streets of Ketterdam then locale becomes far more vital. When you carry your projects on your back, the location you're in doesn't matter, as you say."

Settling back into his chair, Victor rests his arm across its back as he gives an unimpressed shrug.

"A New Age Bookshop clerk. Which is both ridiculous and a vaguely insulting. How did they casually slap you in the face?"