His smile grows warm, a little crooked, maybe, and wistful. He shrugs a nonchalant shoulder.

"'M fine. Just-- y'know, it's a little strange for me to be in someone else's New York City. I keep thinkin', like, there might be another version of me out there somewhere."

Or Jimmy. Or Connor.

"And if there was, would he also be a fireman? Or would he be a cop? Or-- I dunno, a lawyer? A stock broker? Jeezus, I hope not. It's just really weird to think about, heh."