Joaquin felt slightly better now than when they first started talking, mainly because he kind of got the feeling that Alexandria seemed like a quieter type, like he was- the kind of person who wouldn't think he was ignoring her simply because he wasn't chattering incessantly. He'd never been the type who could open up to a complete stranger, and the fact that some people expected him to was bothersome. Quiet small talk, however, he could handle.
"Oh-- You're welcome. And I'm sure it won't be a problem, really. Though, I guess, uh, if my music's ever too loud either, um, be sure to tell me." He scratched his arm with his free hand, shifting his weight between his feet. While he wasn't uncomfortable with their conversation, something just felt off, and he couldn't help but wonder when the power would return.
"Oh, uh... Kotzebue. It's in Alaska." Joaquin wasn't the type who felt particularly sentimental about his hometown, having packed up and left it as soon as he could. He certainly didn't miss the weather.