"Uh, yeah, I don't know what pigeon would know squat about interior decorating. Or any pigeons that warranted being called 'fiends', a little too stupid for a label like that, don'cha think?" Rafe asked.
At his question, Rafe automatically tugged on her fringe in absence of her hat. "Oh...nowhere special." It wasn't like Rafe was ashamed of where she came from but it was a pain to deal with, and occasionally humiliating, when people up here reacted over it. She'd gotten better at hedging, though. "It's around. I'm not an out-of-towner or immigrant if that's what ya mean."