"Alex Price," he says, without any hesitation at all.

Huh. That's different. Maybe living somewhere he doesn't have to lie to nearly every other human being (and some non-human beings) about his name is finally sinking in. He tries not to think about it.

"Where is it you're from? I'd love to hear about it." Hearing stories of other peoples homes, it's a nice reminder that he's not the only one ripped away from familiarity. Of course, that's only part of it. The genuine, ravenous curiosity that filled his boyhood bedroom with terrariums and tanks to better understand the world around him might not make him the best conversationalist, but he's a damn good listener.