Mobsters did bring a different image into Veronica's head. Of course they didn't go around in fedoras and custom tailored pinstriped suits anymore (Neptune hadn't exactly been flowing with those kind of corrupted scum. Their sort came from other parts of the populace. But enough movies with Keith had drilled that image into her head, so that's what she pictured anyway.
She shrugged half-heartedly and when he mentioned that dimension things weren't his area, she shot air out of her nose. "Me either. I mean... this is just not anything I could have ever imagined. I don't think it's even possible where I'm from." Where he was from though? He'd dealt with some of it. It made her curious. They were all called Earth, how did they know who came from what? There were just answers she'd never get, even if it drove her crazy.
"What is with the bow anyway?" she nodded toward where he'd stashed it. You didn't cute guys running around with those every day. Or ever. "Land Rover?" Veronica had heard a little about it. Hunting, science, to keep their little city fed and afloat.