Greatwater Lake 'cause i don't believe in the things that i do

The slip does not go unnoticed, but Zephyr gives no reaction; the first thing he feels, strangely, is a flash of sympathy, and this keeps him from acknowledging it. He knows what it's like to say the wrong thing. Nice to meet you, Riley, He tosses out the formality with all the defiant indifference befitting his youthful outcast persona, yet there is a certain comradery in it, a subtle invitation to join the equally-subtle mockery. Just two kids sticking it to the man with irony, or something like that. His next words are far more genuine, tinged with the barest hint of curiosity. What're you doing out here?