"You can ask, lad, doesn't mean you'll get an answer." Carr smirked a bit, head tilting in an echo of Vic's movement. He finished the handful of candy before continuing, making a face at the idea of being stuck inside til the guards had decided they'd earned their freedom. Or rather, as much freedom as mutants got on Revolve.
"I'm from Scotland," he replied, finally, looking down at his hands, not-so-idly rubbing the base of his left ring finger, skin still pale and indented from a wedding band no longer there. "A long, long way from here." And not somewhere he'd be seeing again in a hurry, even if he hadn't been stuck on the island. While America was big, with lots of space to roam, it was nonetheless stifling when one knew one couldn't cross any borders without being caught, without the information trickling up to the wrong people.