[ That's . . . strange, isn't it? A little bit strange. They were both imPorts, it was hardly something to be embarrassed about. Unless he was trying to be quiet about it here . . . ? ]

Other than good?

[ She looks back down at the key chain, reaching into a pocket for her keys. ]

I guess, it's just . . . everyone comes from different places. And the more you learn about people . . . the less it's really possible to compare. Different people, different worlds . . . different experiences. Sometimes it's all hard to understand.

[ There isn't much on her key ring. One shiny standard key for Heropa's government housing. One much older, battered house key to her parents' apartment. And one almost antique brass key for her dorm room, kept long after the dorms themselves had been destroyed. ]

. . . other times . . . sometimes, I guess, with some people . . . it's not that hard at all.