Harper's compliment earned a warm laugh from Marco, and he grinned and nodded in appreciation. "Well if you ever want to chat in Spanish and work on your accent, I'm around," he offered. Even if he didn't know Harper well now, there was still something strangely comforting about having someone else to talk to in a language most of the other housemates didn't understand. He wondered if Oliver had that sort of feeling when he found someone else who speaks whatever other languages he spoke.
He nodded again when Harper told him her age. Still young, just slightly less so. He moved to sit like her again, not really realizing that he was doing it. "Man, that's still really cool. I don't..." He raised his hands, moving them as if he was putting together an upright puzzle. "I don't know the, uh... The... what's it called, geography? I don't know where those cities are. Were you by the beach?"
Her next question was a little harder, and he considered for a second before shrugging. "I think people have made guesses based on, um, shit like the weather and the trees? But I don't think so, no. And they move us sometimes anyway, to places that are real different than this, so... yeah. Sorry."