"Oh. That sounds -- nice? Roarton... where I come from's a lot of desolation and emptiness though so I suppose it's not that different."

Small english rural towns. Being stuck in the back end of nowhere is precisely what Kieren's used to, ironically enough. Having to walk miles to get somewhere not much less shit is hardly unfamiliar, either. But it's a joke, really. It's not going to lighten the mood, but it makes Kieren feel a tiny bit lighter.

He's still itching to open the doors and just breathe.]

"Kieren. What kind of things?"

Rabbits? His mind doesn't immediately leap to zombies, like it might at home where the odd rabid still roams free.