"That's probably a very good question, but it probably has to do with Italian women, I'm sure." She made a face then chuckled with a toss of her hair. She wasn't Italian, but eastern European women were about as bad. "He won't shoot us more than dirty looks. Me for being unmarried and not pumping out babies, and he'd probably see you as some punk who is no better than you ought to be." She giggled and winked at him.
She kept up the idle blathering until they'd gotten to the pizza place, got the looks from the old man as she predicted but they got their slices, her with her pepperoni and a diet coke. Once they were a few bites into it then she got to the meat of what he was after.
"So. This is the City. That's its name. No real name that I could find out. You kind of just appear here and from everything I can tell we're trapped." She shrugged, not looking all together that happy about it. "Usually it's weirder than this. The streets change with no rhyme or reason, but for some reason that all stopped."