[ Gen does give a soft huff at the admission that she's not actually Japanese, but he's placated easily enough. Given the broad range of strange places that people here seem to hail from, simply hearing that someone is familiar with his homeland is enough to keep him from bristling any further.

Romania. That's in Europe, right? (Abel had also been from Europe, he remembers. He tries not to think about it.) ]

... just around Honshu, huh.

[ Tokyo, Kobe, Ise. All names he's familiar with, of course, though he's never even been close to them. Gen withdraws a cigarette from his pocket and parks it between his lips; it renders his next words a touch muffled as he continues: ]

'm from near Oita, further west. Further than Kobe, not on the main island. Kyushu.

[ Out in the countryside. His hometown's quiet, sleepy streets are a far cry from the bustle of the Japan that she must be used to. And while that alone isn't a subject he's particularly excited to talk about -- just the fact that she might know what he's talking about offers him some peace of mind. Even speaking around that cigarette, Gen sounds closer to his age than when he'd first spoken to her, dropping some of that surly edge to his voice as he adds, ]

There's other people here from Tokyo. Haven't heard of anyone from around Romania, though, so you might be on your own.