"This place is nothing but wasted potential, honestly," Ezra agreed with a shrug. Beau's accent was thick and reminded Ezra of a hybrid of the deep South and the backwoods of Quebec. "Ennuyeuse, so...boring?" Ezra said, just to make sure he was following. "I know a little French, we lived all over the place when I was a kid. After a certain age I mostly just picked up swear words, but still. Where are you from?" he asked as he moved aside from the door.
"But yeah, we can shoot the shit—it's boring as fuck here, especially this time of year," he added, opening the door. "I was wondering just now if anyone ever shot the Hologym up so bad that the place was like, out of order for days, you know? To the point where they gotta call in a specialist repair guy, order new parts from a factory in Ohio, like a giant pain in the ass."