"Mmm. I think cities were perfectly marvelous growing up. Busy, exciting, bustling with people and made it easier to find someone you were interested in." He is glad for a smile and to see the teeth. She's a remarkably mature young woman, he can already tell, but he's become more protective of young women in the last three years. "And then you get older and can't stand any of that and it happened to me at the ripe age of 33. Though Suburbia isn't nearly as pretty as the country."
A moment later a young girl and boy came running behind her, the laughter warm to Charles' ears. He never thought of a day when she'd play with someone her own age or adapt so remarkably well to children her own age. The first memories of her life was travel, of roughness and fire, and her father being by her side. Here was freedom to be a child.
"No. No. No one's bleeding or knocking on my door step." He chuckled, assuring, "As much as I hate it, paperwork remains in the ruins of the new world. What aliments people have and what is been owned. Less numbers to worry about at the least. You're preventing me from tedium."