United States, okay, it's a specific collection of political bodies. Sense made. "Marriage prospects sounds...rough. If this were back home I'd be assuming you're nobility from that, shipping out to a different...nation? And all." She's not going to say that this 'London' would also implicitly be tiny and in deep shit if it couldn't marry its nobles off internally. "Duchess Henrietta's staring down the bolt of that crossbow herself, tryin' to grin and bear it."

River's trying to sympathize, but there's no escaping that she's got the luxury of marrying for love.