Tara's eyes winded at that for sure. Galway. Limrick. Cork. Oh my. What to do? What to say? "A-at the Hyperion. It's a .." Hotel? When was Angel from? "the name of this manor." She said, recalling at the last minute that he had called it a manor house. "Th-there m-might be a small way." A huge way. "You're ... you're not in Ireland anymore." If what she remembered right from the very little Willow had told her, he hadn't been Ireland for centuries. How did she tell him that he was in America. How did she just drop that on someone? This was considering the fact that she wasn't going to tell him about him being a vampire or the year. At least not yet. Being told that he was in an entire other country would be shock enough.
Tara looked momentarily worried, hesitating, before forging on. "You're .. you're in America." Tara though quickly, feeling badly about lying. However, she couldn't let him leave and him freaking out wouldn't be a good thing for anyone. "You must have conked out pretty badly." She said. He didn't remember much, he'd said. Had he been drunk? Maybe? That could explain being in another country ... only in a Hollywood movie. Or their lives. Two of which, this version of Angel knew nothing about.