"Chicago," she said, a marked note of nostalgia bleeding into her tone. She smiled softly, memories welling unbidden. Often enough she could overlook such things; California was her home now, and it held more than enough to keep her busy and happy. But she had not felt herself in months, and she found little to blame it on other than the move. In some ways she felt she would never belong here. In others, it felt too familiar; uncomfortably, intrusively so. She shrugged, sending fresh ripples through the water around them. "I think knowing someone here does help," she said, swiftly changing the subject. "My sister Fee lives on the third floor. I don't know if you've met her." She chuckled, rolling her eyes. "She's a handful.
"Anyway, what about you? Where are you from? Originally."