[ Buck sits down and digs into his salad, listening to Rey as she describes her place. It sounds oddly familiar, and the location tracks too. ] Huh. [ Taking another bite, he arches an eyebrow at her. He asks her if she lives at his address, because it really sounds like his building. ]

Yeah, those places are really nice. Expensive, but nice. [ Buck loves his loft. It's the perfect size for him, and the occasional stray he ends up taking in, and he's sure that Rey feels the same. ] The downstairs would be great as a work station. It took me like, a year, to buy my own couch, so there's definitely room for that.