The question, hurled at her out of nowhere, was so dismaying that despite her natural grace she nearly tripped on an uneven bit of sidewalk. "Far away?" she ventured. She was loathe to lie outright, especially to someone who had been so kind to her. "I feel quite certain you would not have heard of it. What about you?" She thought it would be rude to say that he didn't smell like a local--as far as she could tell, the citizens of London didn't largely have canid ancestry--and she was trying to veer conversationally as hard as she could to the polite and mundane lest she give herself away.