Sebastian shook his head. "Not... not really. I mean, ah. Not agriculture. I... I worked at the ah... Pfizer Plant facility? At the NYBG? Botanical Gardens... I was a, ah, staff botanist."
His expression turned a bit wistful at that, remembering his contributions to the Phytochemical Research Collections. It was really a pity that he hadn't retained any of his research, not to mention the resources he'd had back at the lab. After a few moments, he decided to turn the conversation back to the safer, less emotional topic of churches.
"There was... ah... in San... San Francisco. Saints Peter and Paul Church... and the, ah.. the shrine of St. Francis. I, ah... I was never... hm. Never Catholic. My... father's family? Was largely Protestant. But when... when I was younger... a child... I... ah.. I always wanted to be." Sebastian looked down at his hands, which had been busying themselves by making an odd, small, fluttering gesture together near his waist. Like they were threatening to dart off into full-fledged shadow-puppets of birds. He folded one over the other, forcing them to knock it off. All in all, the exchange between Sebastian and his hands only took a second, but it seemed far more obvious to him. "They... ah... always seem to have the nicest buildings."