"Ah. So we can blame you for this," Jingyi says, squinting at her phone, speaking even as he reads, "Why did you want apps in the first place? I mean, a couple of the other ones are very fun, but this one does not seem like something anyone would—you used to rob banks?"

He pulls back and gives her a serious once-over. Or as serious as someone in mismatched winter clothing in post-apocalyptic chic could look. She looked like she could maybe rob a bank, but she could not be much older than he was. Curiously, he adds, "Were you any good at it?"