[It's a legitimate question. For a moment, she just looks at him (or, mostly the back of his head) as if in confusion... but belatedly, she seems to catch up, her voice apologetic, like she's realized what has happened and feels a bit sorry to have given him the wrong impression.]

Oh... I'm sorry, I was going to say "maybe we're from the same world..."

[But she had trailed off at a misleading time, and potentially endangered that promising hint of what might have been softening.]

I'm actually from Romania...

[And if he was as young as she thought, high school age, perhaps, she doubted he'd know much about the eastern European country, so, seemingly hopeful that it might at least be a consolation of sorts, something still of partial familiarity...]

But I've... I've been to Japan before. For work. Tokyo mostly, but... Kobe, too, and Ise, once...

[The latter for a peace summit assassination that had gone rather well, actually, it had been one of her earlier, more reputation cementing jobs, but. In helpful attempt at mirroring-]

Where are you from... ?