Sam nods and he instinctively turns just a little bit more to try to make things easier for them both. He's trying to follow the signs with no real personal clarity, but Bay's already proven to be a better communicator than your average local.

"I'm from Earth. Kansas, actually," he says. It's been a while since he's seen Kansas, of course, but he's so used to living where he hangs his hat, Abraxas hasn't required any more of Sam's attention to settle in. Not everyone has that luxury, of course, and Sam feels fortunate to have family around him.

"How about you?" She has to be from Earth, but where? And when? He still hasn't gotten to used to asking when people are from but he's getting there.