The norm would usually be that Mrs. Godfrey would care if her boy was in trouble. Everyone else would rather he just fuck off. She's the one that taught him the importance of heritage.

A Godfrey. Ah. They're not too different fro all the other people with money. Roman doesn't know where it comes from outside of the bank. The Godfrey Institute makes money from whatever comes from the labs. He hasn't had the pleasure to meet any Manhattanites let alone democratic socialists.

She looks like that kind of artsy type. Cute. Probably pretentious. His green eyes blink and shrug. "This is the chaser." He's attractive enough for small time co-ed tail in Pennsylvania. "...You got anything that will really take me to Mars?"

"Tediousness and obvious things. Do the wonders ever stop?"