[Thank you for that, Harry. He definitely appreciates the lack of reaction - mostly in terms of Harry not losing his mind over the metal.]

Hey, overload away. I wouldn't be helping out with the Wakers if I minded.

[He also wouldn't be trying to write a Not So Brief History Of Deerington if he minded.]

The city's called 'Trench'. Or "The Trench", depending on who you're talking with. You have the locals... and the Sleepers, like us. People who washed up on shore one day.