[He doesn't know the place, but it's familiar enough to something else he's heard. He touches his fingers to his lips in thought, approximating the location of the Kansa tribes in the Americas.]

It wouldn't happen to be in the central interior of the Americas, would it?

[One of these days, he's going to find a fucking map. Not that he cares especially about the Americas themselves, but the idea that they fended off the British is-- important to him.]

Journalism. [He can infer the meaning of the word, one who writes in journals.] You know, in my day I could take that to mean you're anything from a ship's captain to a priest.

[His tone's a bit dry. He's not put out by the alien terminology, and thus far this young man has proven himself to be well apart from patronizing explanations.]