"Brooklyn, at the moment. Not far from... well, you've been to the Fox, you know. Not far from there," he smiled at her, the only person outside their own group that Marian trusted enough to give the location of her safehouse. Really - Qebhet was extraordinarily special, to have earned that from Marian. He still wanted to kiss her - couldn't stop noticing how gorgeous she was with each smile - but it also made him feel like he could tell her anything, too. "I mean, it's home, but it's not home-home. That's still Sherwood, even after all these years. You must know that feeling, though. Is Harlem home, but not home?"