Jeremy remains genially confused, but shrugs it away with his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Guess I'm not familiar with Steel City? Sorry."

There's something slightly off about this whole convo from his end too, yeah. The way Metody says it suggests universal familiarity, but beyond Steel City being a nickname for Pitts, he's never heard of it, and he's lived East Coast and West Coast and he's not ignorant, okay. And even if she lives in like the scummiest part of Detroit, that doesn't make you legit stink, and the way she talks about the tattoos is weird too, and...

There's a lot of weird. Jeremy slots it into the part of his brain currently devoted to Not Thinking Too Hard.

"Oh, uh-- I've got a playing card on this shoulder, kinda sorta," he says, jerking his chin towards his back. "What about you, you got any ink?