"I didn't really know I was going to be new to anywhere," Kieren has to admit, because this whole thing is about as easy to understand as waking up in your grave, trying to shovel your way out. Seeing as he's still got no explanation for that, he thinks shovelling another inexplicable something on top of that might be pushing it.

He gives her a smile and though it's got warmth, he's a touch tense. "Kieren," he says, not extending his hand, but nodding. People don't really love the cold hands thing. He wants to protest that he's not sick, but he's got a disease, hasn't he? And that means he's got a condition. "Where do you suggest we go?"