"Yeah... very different," Adachi replied, pulling his glasses off again. "For one, I'm not a murderer. Been told enough that I'm not supposed to exist as I am to figure that one out."

He paused to rub at the back of his neck, shuffling his feet; all very Adachi mannerisms, but not the same Adachi she knew.

"Beyond that, I'd need to know how things go on your world."