"Whoa," Anders said, leaning back in his seat, his eyes going unfocused as he tried to imagine the animals Doc described, or there being more water than land. The people weren't as interesting to him, either, but he remembered acutely how odd he'd found being around the Browncoats when he first joined. His small town had only a few dozen people in it, spread out over ranches and meager farms. Even the cities had been small, and people hadn't stayed out or about too much on account they were essentially crime hubs for people in hiding or where they transacted shady deals.
He couldn't imagine whole cities of people living on top of each other.
"Wish I could see a world like that. I don't come from nothin' but dirt and wind."