"My family moved around a lot when I was young," John shrugged. And then he'd moved around a lot himself, what with fighting a war and all. "London is pretty good." He considered what she'd said, and her accent: "Where are you from? Appalachians somewhere?" Could be anywhere from West Virginia down through North Carolina and Tennessee even, maybe. He'd wandered the backroads and slept in ditches when he had to, but that didn't mean he was comfortable with the region. It was all too fucking Deliverance for him.