"Another one." She huffs it in something between mild annoyance and amusement. Miles had been comfortable with such words too. Maine and Carolina too. Like it was so normal.

She supposes she can't judge, they found her strange too. "India, 1886." She responds back after another silence, letting him lead her towards the swirl of music and conversation, where they will be just another couple moving in time. A good plan as any, and for it there's just the slight drop in the tense line of her shoulders. "You're another one from the new continent too, as well."