I --

[Huh? Thinking he's missed a joke or something, he waits for a punchline. Which... doesn't come. All right.]

Uh, no. It's just a TV.

[Nero stares after him as his fellow white-haired man with a real pick of a neck tat decides to peer at the TV like he does mean to crawl into it. Nero gets the sudden fear this is one of those guys who's never seen a TV, which... isn't too different from living around a bunch of medieval farmers, but.

He's acting a bit like what Kyrie would nicely refer to as a crackerjack. Nero has no idea where she even picked it up, but sometimes, yeah. You look at a guy and think, there he goes. The crackerjack.]

Usually a remote, if you can't stand walking three steps. Here. [He runs his fingers along the right side, finding the first of a line of small bumps. The TV turns on with a slight whine, popping on to what looks like a news report.

Yawn. Nero looks the crackerjack over again. Can't be that much older than himself, right?] I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you probably don't play video games, huh?

[Is this his chance to totally annihilate a guy in Forza? Oh, yeah.]