[ If it's just like where she's from then that's all the better, isn't it? Easier adjustment period; easier chance of her finding her place here sooner rather than later. He's happy to hear it — especially considering the party before hadn't been her cup of tea.

Which, yeah. Amos gives a sidelong glance to the market as they make their way past it, then back to Karlach. ]

I know what you mean. It's not exactly my scene either. [ He wasn't appropriately dressed, either; he was more the type to shove mini sandwiches in his face than eat with any class or decorum. ] I... I'm not exactly gonna say that I get it, because I don't. Dressing up nice and putting on your best manners just kinda feels like posturing to me. You know, bullshit. It's not like it actually matters; sure as shit wouldn't have in the kinds of places we came from, right?

[ Since their backgrounds do sound relatively similar... similar enough. Who has time for fancy bullshit when you're just trying to survive? ]

I've been living here almost a year now, though, and it's not always like that. Yeah, some people are stuck up, but it's also a quiet place to live with good food, good drink, and they got hockey. It's pretty fuckin' violent; sometimes people lose teeth and everything. There're things here that you're probably cut out for, same way that there are things here for me. That party back there? That wasn't gonna reflect any of that.

[ He pauses, judges the air between them, then goes for a solid, well-placed shoulder clap. ]

'sides, how can any place with bathhouses be all that bad? Shouldn't be too much farther now.