"I'm not certain anyone 'owns' anything here," Connor admitted as he climbed out of the car and went around to her side to help her out. "But back in New York, yes I owned it. I own many properties in many places, after five centuries I've become very wealthy. Not that money means anything here, either." There was nothing to spend it on even if he could access his accounts.
He'd earned the money the hard way in the first few centuries, sailing out in wooden merchantmen hauling cargo all around the world. It just wasn't the same in the modern steel hulled giants that steamed across the seas nowadays. With diesel engines, radio and GPS there was just no sense of adventure.