[ Gaelio is lucky - or rather, privileged. He grew up on Earth, of which many parts remain, or have been returned to, a relative paradise. He knows a little more of the situation of the Martians now, though, and it sounds very similar.

He smiles. ] Home is home, regardless of it's downsides. I suppose that's the same anywhere. [ Though he is curious about something: ] The animals you hunted- were they brought in?