[ He trails after the doctor, footfalls barely audible against the floor. Yi Sang only stops when he finds himself in the diner's back room. He surveys it with a quiet look, gaze sweeping from one side of the room to the other. It only hovers for a moment on each noteworthy item, like the shelf, the chairs, and the card table. In truth, the fact that this room looks and smells nothing like a doctor's office is highly preferable to him.

He's never liked that antiseptic smell. He's never liked stark white walls. This little room is much, much better than that white square and that cold lab.

Shoko points out a seat to him. Yi Sang nods and obediently heads there, taking a seat in the chair she'd singled out. He folds his hands in his lap. This... doesn't feel anything like his past check-ups, the ones to ensure he'd been eating properly and taking his "supplements" on time. After all, they could not afford to have their prized bird succumbing to hunger. His work and research was too far too valuable for his wards.

It's a welcome change. There's something impromptu about it, like that workshop he'd been so fond of. ]

My name -- it is Yi Sang.

[ Perhaps she needs to ask him for it again as part of her procedure. ]

I --

[ Shoko's second request is a little more difficult to answer. The issue lies in the fact that his home had also been called "The City." Incidentally, this place was also known as "The City." ]

It... is a place that we called "The City." But it is a wholly different one from here. The technological advancements from there appear to be ahead of this place, though... some similarities nevertheless exist.

[ After all, body modifications, human cloning, and rapid regeneration medicine all existed back there, but it more or less looked like "present day." ]