Evan was a bit surprised by her question. Part of what surprised him was that he wasn't sure how he hadn't made himself clear. He wasn't sure what to make of the question or the woman at this point. He wasn't even sure what he thought of her, but that she was pretty, mysterious, and polite. But he wasn't put off by the question either. It would take a lot more than a simple question like that to offend him really. "Well," he said, carefully, "if you hate where you live then you won't be happy to live there. You'll find little things every day to be miserable about. You'll esstencially be turning where you live into your own hell." He shook his head, a smirk forming on his face. "No, I'm really not an optimistic. Are you?" he countered.