Well. David Bowie or not, he wasn't stopping her from elaborating, so that was what she was going to do.

"Usually, people who live in the same town have certain things in common," she said. "Maybe something as small as how everyone wears their scarves, or a certain set of mannerisms that point to a shared frame of reference. These people are all over the place, though - most of them don't have a single thing in common."

She glanced again at her companion, suspiciously. "And then there's yourself. I think I might be hallucinating you, which calls all of my other observations so far into question."