Abigail quickly realized that he was even newer than she thought. Someone had helped her when she was new; it seemed only fair to pay it forward. "This island." She replied. "I'm just going to put my weapon on my back, so we can talk, okay?" Hopefully, he'd put his rifle away too. Someone had to be first. She carefully strapped her rifle to her back and nodded to him.
"Right, the island. Right now we're in a forest. There's a town of buildings behind us." She turned and pointed to the spire and Stark Tower, still tall enough to be visible through the fog. "I'm guessing you didn't have those buildings wherever you're from." She gestured in another direction. "There's a meadow and mountains that way. And a beach over there." She added, pointing out as many things as she could think of. "And no matter which way you go, you will hit water eventually because this is an island. I'm sorry to say we can't leave. I suggest you let me show you to the town, we can get you a phone if you don't have one already. And you can pick out a place to stay."