"All over this rock," he gestures to the air around them, and resists adding "god-forsaken" into the statement. It's not quite that, after all. Sure as hell better than where he came from. "Seen all kinds of interesting things...and a bit of utter shite, as well." Visiting America during the Revolutionary War had been a bit of a cock-up. Not to mention the women wore far too many clothes. He prefers something a bit easier to strip them out of. He tilts his head at the empty half of the bench. "I won't bite, I promise. Just a lonely traveler, feeling a bit talkative." Not that he doesn't chat up people, especially attractive ones, fairly regularly, but there is still something familiar about this woman that intrigues him.