"Yeah, that sounds like Maine." Delicate was not in the man's vocabulary. Not that he'd used much of his vocabulary even before he'd got shot. "Oh really? Even Florida? Even Wyoming?" He leans forward a little, curious despite everything. Maybe he's a little hungry for any connection to back then, any scrap that reminds him of how things had been.

"I don't know if you'll get out so easily. You're more approachable than I am, less scary."