“Hey, how are you doing? I heard there was an attack in your area.” Your area was the low class area. High class bombs you to avoid the low class trash from getting in their protected bubbles. After the nuking of the world some cities made a protective shield around itself to avoid radiation and the nuclear winter, high class let low class rot just at the edges of those shields, but they still bombed them just to let them know they didn't belong.

You hadn't answered so she sat closer to you. "Hey, I don't come here while not being allowed just to ignored by your muscled ass. How are you doing?"