“What gave it away that this was my first time here?” Dan asked, trying not to bristle at the suggestion that he was a greenhorn. Mainly because that’s exactly what he was.
Finally, the man set his tablet on the seat next to him and turned back to look at Dan. “This train only makes one stop, and New Lisbon’s a pretty small town. Everyone knows everyone else. Newcomers tend to stand out.”
“And what made you think this is my first time on Mars? Not that it isn’t; it is. First time on Mars, I mean."