Eugenides made a frown at that, never mind the fact that he really couldn't comprehend the idea of "home" at such a place as this was. But...well, he supposed that he was counting on meeting that friend to better understand his current predicament -- that is to say, his current circumstances.
"...where is home?" he muttered suddenly. "Or," Gen shrugged a little. "Where do you go home to? Where do people go home here?" Because he wasn't ready to live in foreign streets just yet.