"Um," Coop hesitated as she finally took his offered arm. "Well, originally? Or where was I went I went to sleep?" She didn't pause more than a beat on that though. "I was born in Elk City, way way up north in Ontario." A humble beginning, on could say, growing up in one of the many little mining settlements. She'd been born in a log cabin with no running water, no electricty. It was a level of simplicity most people wouldn't understand. "But I was on a long haul from Timmons to Tiajuana. Tripper and I had driven all night and were pulling in outside of Roswell when we were...abducted?" She looked at Ken to see if that was the right word for it. "Abducted by aliens?"