This is probably one of the stupidest conversations he's had in a while. March is kind of relieved about it.

Finally. No stakes, just annoying some guy because he seems to hate the prospect of having fun in a city that isn't filled with whatever Massachusetts is filled with. Red Sox fans, probably.

"You're missin' out," He says forlornly, and then actually, earnestly eyes him. Alright. He can not be an asshole. He can attempt.

"You, uh, think you're gonna be alright here, though? 'Cause this shit gets pretty wild."