yiskah and chiller wait for their delayed train, when a train pulls in to the platform opposite, covered in graffiti tags.
yiskah (squinting eyes): "What does that one say?"
yiskah: "Oh, so that's an H?"
chiller: "Yes. I don't speak any languages, but I can read graffiti tags. 'Cos I'm street."
yiskah: "Yeah. And I'm...avenue."