Questions are something that he might have to get used to answering, it looks like. He frowns and gives her a shrug. "Lots of places," he says, because in the last few months, he's been in Bolivia, Miami, LA, and then back to Jensen's home to watch the Petunias play soccer. "Army," is his explanation, which is probably not enough, but it's the easiest way to explain without getting into more details. He doesn't want to tell her that he's a sniper, that his kill count is over two hundred, and that if he falls asleep now, he's going to wake up screaming.

He watches her begin to pry things out of the bag, eyeing her with worry. "How old are you?" he asks next.