[ Kim takes a sip of the amber liquid, feeling it burn all the way down, harsh against his palate and the back of his throat before gentling to a quiet warmth in his chest, suffusing his limbs. It is a pleasant thing, drink, and that is why he keeps it as sparsely rationed for himself as he does cigarettes, partly out of justifiable health concerns, and partly out of a near ritualistic sense of self-denial he is pleasantly unaware of.

His expression brightens with earnest curiosity as Midnight continues to explain. Kim has long since been a lover of anything mechanical. His specialty is in automobiles, of course (it's the only thing he can get his hands on), but he's been known to stop and gawk at the cranes he walks past on the docks on a regular basis, his eyes lighting up every time they alight on a new mechanical monstrosity. The idea of a massive tank is as exciting as it is outlandish. ]

A gigantic tank? And nomadic cities? I've never heard of such a thing before. For what purpose? [ He shakes his head. ] I've never even seen an ordinary tank in person before.

[ If he did, it would mean war had come to Revachol.

He'd still like to see one, though. ]