[ That's an interesting way to phrase that question. People normally wouldn't have batted an eye -- he looks young, he could very well have built up a tolerance through partying alone, and he sure loves to party if given a night club and a buffet of drugs. Ava seems more observant than most, a trait he can appreciate. So he answers her without hesitation. ]

Always been that way. I'm a god. The god of technology. My system un-fucking-fortunately repairs itself.

[ He sighs. What can one do? But he does tip his chin a little prouder -- if she wants to marvel at meeting a god and all, she's totally welcome to do so! He's happy to accept awe and worship. ]

I haven't been here too long myself, so I don't know what's the standard norm. If this is just a special case or if they often give the grand tour of hell. But I can say, I'm not impressed by this shit. They can dress it the fuck up all they want, it's still a dump. Can you believe I know some people who actually wanna stay here?

[ He can't understand it. He doesn't want to understand it. And so with a shake of his head, he slams back the rest of his drink and extends his hand. ]

Anyway, wanna dance?