"New York," he answered, lifting the microwave from the floor again and inspecting it to make sure she didn't do anything to it while he was gone. He did make a face at the small blood smudge on the door, but he decided to let it slide. In the past few weeks he had seen much worse. "New York, New York, to be exact. We're heading south for the winter." Not that it wouldn't have been fine to leave it vague. When he said New York plenty of people immediately assumed that he meant the city anyway. A fact that left plenty of people living out in the boonies of the state a bit frustrated from what he had learned over the years, but it wasn't like they were worth talking about.
Looking her over, she was clearly not from New York. Well, that was probably an extreme assumption for such a huge and diverse city, but he could tell well enough by the way she talked and reacted to him initially. "And where...," he began, tilting back on his heel and looking down the store row thinking he had seen something move out of the corner of his eye, "where are you from? You said you were alone, right?" While he figure she had no reason to lie to him, there was always the possibility that she was. However, the store may still not have been as empty as he would've hoped. And he had to go back there. Mitch was long past any fear and he had never really been afraid of them to begin with. It was more frustrating and annoying than anything. He just wanted to eat.