"Not yet..." It was still too crowded at times for him. On the one hand, it was really nice--no one was afraid, no one was running or hiding. Just...normal life, as he'd come to understand was common.

But it wasn't what he'd grown up with, and Trunks was nervous about it. Maybe it was just too much time spent on the alert, that had him paranoid. "You seem more comfortable in this kind of crowd than I am..." Definitely sheepish there, hand going behind his head.