Charlie looks up from the book she was reading, putting her finger in a section about how to identify edible mushrooms. She can't recall if she's met this man or not, but if he's here then he must be part of the group and that means she'll possibly see him often. So why not?

Hopefully, he doesn't mind vague.

"New Hampshire. Briefly." And then all over the forty eight states since getting to the other two is a no go. "My grandparents had a farm."