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Hastings seems to have come to terms with the Nexus quite well, so far. He's found an armchair about the right size and shape, and a glass of who-knows-what. (Apparently he hasn't been warned about the drinks; it hasn't had any harmful effects yet, anyway.) The bit of his brain that earlier kept insisting that this couldn't possibly be real has packed up and gone home now, thank goodness, and he's surveying the Nexus inhabitants with interest. Following the rule seems only courtesy: it's just a matter of which question to ask first.
"So, what sort of things do you do in your leisure time?" he asks eventually.
"So, what sort of things do you do in your leisure time?" he asks eventually.