Oh. [she doesn't know what to say. she's not quite sure she understands what he means by that, but it sounds to her like he must be from the future and took care of...regulating space immigration, maybe. she doesn't want to sound silly asking, though]

[her expression darkens at his question, and she takes another sip of coffee before shaking her head] No. Chester's Mill... [she hesitates, glancing at him. he's being so understanding, reminding her of Duke. and maybe all this talk of her home is making him think she's going to leave, and she doesn't want that either. what convinces her to share, though, is that if today is a day for thinking about home, then she thinks it should be a day to talk about it, too] I left because a missile was about to hit our town. I...can't do anything to stop that.