Daniel couldn't help but chuckle a bit at the rather pronounced and immediate response to his accusation. "You should have seen the rain up north," Daniel commented when the man mentioned London. If it never was a world record for rainfall, the people up there were contenders for it and Daniel knew better than most that the lot of them constantly vied for the title. If you had to endure all that rain, he supposed having that record would make them tolerate it better.
Taking the handshake, Daniel regarded Troy for a couple seconds. "Daniel Walker," he replied as he let his hand return to his side. "Only been here a couple weeks. Don't think I'll ever quite fit in though, which is just fine for me." And it was. Daniel had never belonged somewhere completely since he came back from the war, but there were a lot of reasons for that. Part of it might have been because he left part of himself back there and without it, it was hard to really know exactly who he was, let alone where he belonged.
"Moved here. With all the nonsense happening, I'm a little worse for it, but I think I'll be staying." A couple times already, his store had been tagged and a couple things were broken, but in a place where broken things come to get fixed, that didn't bother him all too much. "Seems like half my bloody family came from across the pond, all before me." It was still a shock that so many of them had moved out this way, even more so that they all somehow settled in the same small area, considering how large the United States was.