Isaac cheerfully doesn't notice, glancing over again as the orange is tossed up in the air.

"Oh, local. They usually have open-air markets on the weekend. It's quite nice, and I think it's good to support the local businesses. It's the least I can do, as an Import." He smiles, somewhat sheepishly; he's nothing if not sensitive to political climates, and while he's not easily identified as a non-native to the City, he knows how much trouble their presence has brought.

"Oh-- thank you." He takes the orange, idly tossing it from hand to hand, not wanting to eat it yet. He's not quite in the mood for fruit. "You know, I don't think you've told me your name yet."