[He's spent so much time just looking at Atlas, who he doesn't know how he hasn't spliced if he looks this nice, that he nearly forgot why they were standing around here. Right. He takes a drag of his own cigarette, averting his gaze to the ground.]

... I don't really know what you're supposed to say for these things. [Concept? Nice. Execution? Uhhhhh, well,] She... just wanted to make her own way. I don't think she'd even like me.