[ Why wasn't he answering right away? Tilting her head a bit, she watches him closely, curiosity mounting. She wasn't so socially inept to realize that she made a wrong step in this delicate dance, but it wasn't a question of how, but in what context that stayed with her. ]

You don't—

[ "Have to answer," was what she almost said, before being cut off. A rare frown crosses her face, and she puts a hand to her cheek. ]

That's...

[ Not somewhere she has actually heard of. Would it be rude to say that? Sure, many of them came from different worlds, and it was clear that he had no sort of hometown pride, but at the same time, she'd hit anyone who even remotely talked ill of her home. So instead, she chose her words carefully. ]

That's all right. We can talk about something else, then. They say that chatting while you work makes the time go by faster.