The scenery doesn't make up for the lack of music, [ Kim says, stretching his arms out in front of him. He can hear the way his shoulders pop with the movement, wincing a little; it doesn't hurt, but his body is intent on sending him daily reminders that he's not as young as he used to be. Which is why he's out here staying trim by jogging around the city while some of the kids just shove their face full of deep fried foods.

One of life's many tragedies. They'd better appreciate it while they've still got it. Still, he looks friendly enough as he turns to face Welt properly. ]

Usually, yes. Even back home, I just went to the gym on my own. [ Wryly: ] And nobody's started a running club here just yet.