It's something that Philomena has started to notice herself, especially since at least two of the people she's interacted with in their cohort have been from some version of the States. It's a strange coincidence for a vast universe.

Wolfgang, then, makes a slight but pleasant change. She frowns in faux-concentration, then suddenly snaps her fingers. "Middle East, on planet Earth? Yeah, I've heard of it."

Girl, you're not fooling anyone with that accent. Which she knows, and drops the act with, "...yeah, I'm from California, which is only interesting to people who want to go to L.A. or get the location of Disneyland mixed up."

While this goes on, she orders something bright blue that comes with a paper umbrella in it. Neat.