"Yeah, it's an interesting place," Gerard muses, ordering himself a beer. "Great people, but a lot of weird fuckin' stuff happening all the time. Monsters, mind control, demons, ghosties and ghoulies. Not that I'm not used to it."

When his pint arrives he takes a swig, then points to Mary as if something he'd forgotten to tell her clicks back into place. "Mmm, by the way, I never did ask you--- whereabouts were you from? And... when, I guess?" He can already guess she's American, at least.