He bristles slightly, not liking the idea that she's figuring him for uneducated, even though he is and it often shows.

"That's the train cars, right? We barely use trains in my day. Just regular cars." He shrugs too, his body language not muted at all just because he can't see it. "Now you just get shot at by the police and beat up by white kids. And everyone thinks you're a fucking thief or a drug dealer. We got a black president, though."