"Oh, is that all. Sounds almost... uninhabitable without special structures," He teases. What's a little radiation anyway? He can't really imagine being stuck in a place like that. How did people keep from going stir crazy and wanting to leave the domes? At least Earth gave the impression that you could travel anywhere, even if you couldn't.

Gavin looks up from his drink, eyebrows rising in surprise.

"No shit? I'm a detective. Detroit PD," No cattle. It would likely be a struggle to even raise healthy pigeons in Detroit, "Shooting inside domes that keep you from dying from radiation seems like a pretty fucking dumb decision."