Bruce took note of the uncertainty on the newcomer’s face. He had grown jaded to the fact that he elicited that reaction from most people. Bruce could tell he also didn’t know what to make of Diver’s Paradise. Instead of making any other small talk, he turned on his heel and started walking, pointing things out as he began a lap around the circumference of the dome. 
[color=0072bc]“The people down here have worked hard to create something resembling decent lives,”[/color] he said, indicating the balcony that overlooked the first floor of the massive chamber where complexes of houses had been carved out of the earth. [color=0072bc]“Some of them strive to do more than just survive.”[/color]
Bruce paused in front of a single-story, simple structure with thick bars crossed over the layered windows. Despite the heavy metal material of the only visible door, sounds of metal-making and the grunts of labor still trickled through out into the relatively calm plaza.