"Never heard of you. Which means you can't be cool if I've never heard of you," he fires back. York shifts to face Tommy better and there's sparks from some of the open ends around the room.

"I'm York." His eyes narrow, but not out of suspicion this time. Didn't he know this guy from somewhere? Like memories he wasn't able to access. He catches a glimpse of one image in his HUD.

"...Ice cream parlor," York looks from the brief image to Tommy. A strange card, then a that ice cream shop. "Also cool people don't have to announce that they're cool. It's usually obvious."