[His eyes drift to the scone the young man starts eating mid-conversation (isn't that considered rude? he distinctly remembers...) and then to the name-tag pinned to his chest, one pointed ear twitching curiously. Keeping with their odd customs, humans have such odd names. Who names their child after a food? Ta-a-k-o... Barry must have been spelling that word wrong this whole time. That's embarrassing.]

Oh, I-- heh, I dunno if I'd say "fucked up", exactly. [Barry laughs nervously.] It's... a challenge, sure. Whole new way of life, new way of thinkin'. B-But I'm really grateful I get t'be here. Th'government takes real good care of all of us.

["Real good" is, of course, relative. Beats persecution. Beats war. Barry doesn't say that out loud, though. Not even in private. No one does.]

I've only been here a little over a year. Still tryin' t'get settled. How, uh... How long've you lived in th'city?