"I sort of thought so, but I didn't want to assume..." he said with an amused little laugh. "Wiltshire, a small town called Inglesham. It's nice to meet someone from my neck of the woods, I think most of these people are American." Cary had no problems with American people, it was just nice to hear something other than the almost harsh tones of an American accent. It was strange and slightly disorienting for such a homebody like him to be thrown into a new situation like this.
He shifted, leaning his upper body against the railing. Cary was homesick and it was comforting to meet someone from back home. Even if it wasn't someone he knew very well or at all, really.