"Nah…cause nobility ain’ tha bes’ a’ bein noble. Ya know wha’ I mean?" {/Frankly they’re the same in that sense. Most of her vocabulary consisted of that of the vulgar nature. But a surprisingly vast amount that she knows. But once she placed the money back in his pocket she pointed to one of the machines that dispense cards.} "I dunno man. I’s jus’ how i’ is. Bu’ ya can ge’ onna them temporary cards. Like ya pu’ a’nough on’ i’ ta ge’ on an’ off. An’ then ya throw i’ away. I’s literally paper. An’ nahh….this is tha broke people’s train. Ain’ ya never seen all them people playin instrumen’s an’ askin’ fer money? An’ then do ya no’ see how run down i’ is?" {/Really did people not pay attention to how old things were in this area. Or was it just a general stupidity. Either way, she shoved her hands into her jacket pocket after scanning her card to get through the gate, waiting on the other side for him.} "Go on. Go ge’ ya a card."
"Uh, yea' wha'ever. I feel ya'." Not really -- he didn't understand quite what she meant, but he shrugged it off. Her opinions didn't really matter to him, though they seemed to make for good small talk. His gaze followed her motion to the machine and he pulled up one side of his lip in a bit of a disdained grimace. "I 'unno, quit drillin' me. I travel a lot, I don' really pay attention ta' these kinda' thins'. 'F I'm in such an enclosed space theres nowhere ta' go if ya' get in a conflict." He shrugged, sighing and shuffling over to the machine, sticking his money in and pressing whatever buttons until he finally got a card -- he had made it a much harder process than it needed to be. "Da' I jus' like... scan it or somethin'? 'N that... thingamabob?"
