[ Amos shrugs. Not like he'd ever been to any Amsterdam before. ]

No chance someone from Baltimore would've ever made their way to New York. Not often someone from the slums actually makes it out of them.

[ Wait. "My version"? He narrows his eyes in thought, processing the phrase. At least that further explains why the blue glow isn't the protomolecule. ]

Though I'm guessing your New York would have been different from mine, huh?