He looks at her a bit strangely, although if he really doesn't know where the fuck he is, Blue can't fault him for that. But it's almost with recognition, and that she doesn't know what to make of.

"Well," she says slowly, drawing it out so it's almost two syllables, and wiping her hands on her apron in what's more a gesture of pragmatic readiness than anything else. "You're not in Queens anymore." She's done the new person spiel a few times now, but it's never been inside her cafe. It feels a little aggressive of Darrow.

"I mean, I've been told it looks a little like New Jersey," she gestures at the city outside. "But it's not really. It's not really anywhere. People get picked up from wherever they are and put down here. I was in Virginia."