"You don't have to talk about where you're from if you'd rather not, but I'm fairly hard to startle." Or so he thought, at least. It was easy to make claims of the sort when you weren't faced with hordes of zombies or a marauding Godzilla.
"London's great. I talk about - and have - lived other places, but I don't think I could ever really leave. Not permanently."
He was babbling. It was habit, talking-as-avoidance. His flatmate would've called him on the nervous tic, and for once John was grateful that Sherlock wasn't around. There was only so much mortification a man could take in a day.
"I don't think I could walk through something like this asylum and not find it strange, though. Not even at home. Familiar surroundings or not, weird is weird."