
Running a hand through dark hair, he thought about his house in relation to a Macy’s. “Well at least I’m still in New York. Just… not the right dimension as it would appear.”
“Well, yeah.” Alison said with a shrug, “but this place is cool, despite killer robots and an apocalypse every couple of weeks.”
"Oh I know that,” Alison replied with an air of a shrug, “Hell, I think everyone knows that you’re anything but a people...
"It’s a rough outline of a compliment.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not really a people person anyway.”