"Oh well, definitely not gotten out that far," he admits, pausing to even consider that. "Knew a fella from out that way. Well, way East, like the Orient, but don't think I'd ever get on a boat and spent a month or two trapped on the ocean to see it."

He's heard of others that have done it, but definitely not for him.

That question though makes him shift uncomfortably before he sighed, looking back to her. "Ask me that what was a day ago for me? And I thought you were pretty much loco," he says, solemn and uncertain about this talk. "Now that I see ladies walkin' around dressed as you are, and this thing on my wrist that's like no watch I've ever seen, and gangly purple sheep? Well... I'm not sure what I believe, but I'm kinda getting what I have to consider. Just not easy."

Frowning then, his brow furrowing. "It something you're comfortable with?"