"Ah, I see." He repeated. However, there was no judgment in his voice. Why would there be? He was lucky that he could read, never mind figure out a map. And America was ... What was America when he was from? "I can understand that sentiment. I only heard of places such as the Frank - er, ahh, France." He corrected himself. "In passing. I've only seen it once or twice on a map, in my entire years of living. ... England all it's people needed to know, according to most men." He at least stopped himself from saying 'Albion'. If he was a delusional man, one gone mad, he was both quite steady in it and quite convinced of it; despite the occasional hesitance and mistaken name for land masses.
"If I had a map. I could show you. Perhaps they sell them here. The merchants here invent the most starling, yet fascinating, objects." He said, looking back at her with a small grin. It was easy and crooked and friendly. There wasn't any hint of artifice in it - or he could simply a very GOOD at playing a role - but more that he honestly found these objects to be fascinating. Wondrous really.