There was a war. Over water, and oil and gasoline- bombs fell, and the things that were are mostly gone now. It's mostly anarchy, with a few despotic little pockets. There's where I-

[Well, the cleanest thing to do is gesture at the brand, turn her head for him to see.]

I mostly have to get used to the amount of water that there is. No one kills each other over any of it.

[It makes it hard to be kind sometimes, particularly about the shower situation, but she recognizes that she needs to work on that.]