"Not as dusty? Kid, you send an asteroid belt slamming down on Earth, that leaves more dust than you're probably used to breathing in a year," Faye tilted her head, speaking matter-of-factly. People didn't stay on Earth anymore if they could help it. The rich ones moved away, moved to different parts of Mars or Venus, each being preferred for its own reasons. Mars was always a little colder, a little more refined, more fabric to cover skin. But Venus had its appeal too, romantic and full of fervor. Earth, though.

Earth was a little broken.

She shook her head, lips curved in wry amusement. "But what is it with you boys and your obsessions with the wild west, mm? They've still got that whole Western theme going for us hunters, even all these decades later."