MARTHA: Excuse me. Hey, what was your name? Creet.

CREET: That's right, miss.

MARTHA: Who are you with, Creet? You got family?

CREET: No, miss. There's just me.

MARTHA: Well, good luck. What do you think it's going to be like in Utopia?

CREET: My mum used to say the skies are made of diamonds.

MARTHA: Good for her. Go on, off you go. Get your seat.