He takes the folder from her and flips through it silently as she talks. Numbers are cool and all, sure, but he's gotta see it in person to make sure he wouldn't feel claustrophobic. That molten metal pool must cost an arm and a leg to maintain...

"Why do you require residence occupancy? This is in the fashion district, isn't it?"

Hmm. He's not very comfortable with the idea of living so far from the bay, but if the pools are bioactive...well, he'd be able to sleep in them, at the very least.

"And does this mean I can't, say, take selfies with my friends? Do these "exclusive rights" include to non-profit photographs?"