Once she was down, he let go of her hand and lead her into her living room. He let her have the couch as he set in the arm chair that he'd been in before she got there. It was so comfortable that he deemed it was his no matter who moved into the place. "I'm originally from Roswell, New Mexico. You know, the place of aliens and all that" He told her as he leaned down to grab his wallet from the coffee table. He kept his eyes on her as he did, trying to gauge her reaction to the mention of aliens. Though they were in space, it would be safer to trade the topic lightly for now. Grabbing the wallet, he put the picture of Neaveh back in it then he tossed it on the coffee table and sat back. "But I spent the last three years in a little town in Maine called Storybrooke. I arrived there much like I did here, out of the blue with no warning, only it was by way of purple mist"