Grimes

You: I'll be going. Stay safe.

Grimes: You too, lad. You too.

Grimes: Ahh ... a fresh face. Popped the blue yet, lad?

You: You must've seen some people trying to break out in the ten years you've been here.

Grimes: Ahh, I know where this is going ... me dear lad, just forget about it.

Grimes: We've all been there, dreamin' of the outside world ... but it's just that, a dream. That barrier has come to stay, and trust me, I've seen me share of folk who thought they knew better.

Grimes: Don't make the same mistake.

You: I won't spend the rest of my life mining ore.

Grimes: Yeah, that's what I told meself too, yet now here I am. But who knows, maybe you'll end up as one of the top dogs. Time will tell.

Grimes: Even then, the barrier won't care. It kills all the same.

You: "Popped the blue?"

Grimes: Mined your first nugget. Sorry, I've been here so long I forgot there's folk who don't breathe mine air all day.

Grimes: Ten years, it's been, can you believe it? Ten years, but here I am, still minin'. Not sure if that's a good thing.

Grimes: The old mine by the exchange zone was better, though - at least until the whole place flooded. I-

Grimes: Ah, well, listen to me ramblin' ... guess I really AM a geezer now.