The taxi driver relented. "Yeah, there's a convenience store just up the --"
"Go there first, then."
"Whatever you say. You the boss, Boss."
"Great, now about this City, are you saying..."
Peter's nostalgia staggered her conversation briefly, before she got herself back on track. Whatever it was that was going on with him, it wasn't bad... At least, Peter didn't think so. That was good; she trusted him to see through more things than most. If there was trouble, he'd find it. He'd know it.
I'm just a few minutes away, she answered his question. And I'm talking with my cab driver about where we actually are and what's going on. Evey didn't bother with language after that; she showed him the conversation, which moved far faster than what she could've transmitted. Memory always did.
It was basic information; what the City was, how it selected people, the fact that it would recreate things for the people it selected so that they felt more at home while in the City... and how the City was inescapable. Her mouth turned wry at that. How many times, now, had they heard that one?