Avery wouldn't have known how to answer the question if Miles had asked. He couldn't have explained the reasons why the experiment presented difficulties for him that most people didn't have without sounding quite peculiar. Which he was in some ways, but he didn't want to be thought of that way by everyone in the house when they didn't even know him.
"Some people were thinkin' it might be in Canada or maybe Russia," he offered, thinking about the journal entries that had been posted on that morning when they'd been forced to write one or else remain locked in their rooms. "I don't think it could be in the U.S. with this much snow." He knew there were places where it snowed a lot in the United States, but this much and this consistently? It almost had to be someplace else.
Avery shifted his feet on the rug and leaned forward a little, resting his elbows on his knees. It wasn't a bad feeling to stretch his back out, although he wouldn't be able to hold it for long. "Nah, I didn't know them," he replied. "I saw the guy at a kind of mixer thing they were having. He was making drinks." He supposed the makeshift bartender had been the man Miles had replaced, if they were replacing people on the basis of their sex, at least.