That actually gets a laugh out of Logan; small and smokey, maybe, a fleeting huff before it's over, but it lingers in the quirk of a half-smile as he glances at her side on. She coulda just said that particular place at random, but he can pick up the notes in her voice as well.

"Canada?" Well, there you go. He taps ash off his cigar. "Sorry. Half expect folks to say they're from the fucking moon, or the magical kingdom of... wherever."