"Virginia. Just outside of D.C." he answered easily, left hand moving to fiddle with a leather wristcuff on the right. It was fairly austere, but had silver filigree embossing it. His eyes drifted to it before he could stop them, but once he realized what he was doing, he pulled his hands apart and let them drop in his lap as her went back to scanning the room. Ever on alert.

"You said yer from the bayou, grew up there....That mean Louisiana?"