Famine felt himself tense slightly at the touch of Pollution's forehead to his back; he tightened his grip on the handlebars of the motorcycle and focused his eyes firmly on the road until he could feel Pollution sit up. He relaxed again as the other Horseman's hands returned to his hips, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

Unsure of why he'd tensed, hoping Pollution hadn't noticed, and not wanting to dwell on it, Famine seized upon the proffered conversation topic with some relief. "It's going well...always call for it in the city." He paused, then added, "I've gotten used to America, though. Completely different culture - completely different angle. It's taken me a while to get reoriented. Business is always better over there - or maybe it's just easier. Still, plenty of opportunity over here...especially in the city, like I said." He paused again, conscious of how much he'd spoken; part of it was the topic of his job, which he always enjoyed discussing, and part of it was the person to whom he was speaking. He'd always found it easy to talk to Pollution, and the atmosphere at the moment seemed unusually comfortable.

"And you?" Famine asked after a few seconds. "I've seen your work in the city, of course...seems there aren’t many places you haven't been." He allowed a faint note of admiration into his voice, as well as another slight grin.