Keystone drives in his truck with Mirage in the passenger seat, happy to follow her GPS to the area of the city where the building resides. As he is guided through the streets, Keystone decides that it would be rude if he didn't at least attempt conversation.
"So, er, how long have been in, er, Sacramento?" He cringes as soon as he hears his own voice. Smooth, jackass.
Keystone's truck