It drifts, as conversation does -- even one-sided conversation such as this. New people he has met. New things he is finding at the inn, even now. (There is an enormous stone room underneath the common area he'd never known about until someone mentioned it: it holds row after row of machines, as far as the eye can see, cars and motorcycles of London Above but also mechanical men taller than the steps of Koi Tower. He did not wander far, but perhaps they can explore it together sometime.) Talk of London Above naturally circles to him singing a few bars of a song, muffling laughter against Lan Zhan's hair as he recalls the enthusiasm of the karaoke performers: Strangers, waiting, up and down the boulevard --

Of course he has to explain why he's laughing, then. And sing a little more of the melody for Lan Zhan.

Then another one, as he remembers a deeply heartfelt performance from a young woman not long before he and Ingress moved on to the next bar.

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love...