Iggy can't figure out why Wrench seems so suspicious. It's an uncomfortable feeling, like maybe Iggy's done something wrong and not noticed.

Minnesota. Okay, that's normal. Iggy's not sure where Minnesota actually is, but he knows it's a real place.

So he smiles.

Okay! I've got a coat and everything, we should go before it gets dark.

Like everything else in this place, the coat isn't his. It's warm enough, though. He has a bag, too, to store his offering in - a sort of sling purse. He waits for Wrench like a dog excited to go walkies, and when they venture off into the miserable weather he looks happy.

Wrench will quickly discover that Iggy might be young but he's not athletic. He's an art student who smokes too much, and he sure isn't sprinting across the fields.

Chatty by nature, he doesn't just trek along in silence.

Before, you said it was ironic, my offering to blow you. Were you raised Christian? Is that why?

I'm really sorry if I offended you. The way I was raised, sex isn't bad or dirty, but I forget that's not everyone's experience.