Why was I kidnapped, what's my job, where's my fortune, or what do I think of hover buses?

[He shrugs, rubbing his thumb against a bit of grit on the railing.]

Don't have an answer to the first, because my answer to the second is: hospital cleaner, bumped up to assisted living caretaker here. Basically the same thing. Definitely not heroic. [In so many ways!--and maybe the touch of bitterness in his tone suggests that there's a little more to it, but he moves on.] No, uh, fortune. And I like the hover buses.