"Each time I'm asked that question I find myself all the more desperate for some better answer. America, at least. Anything more specific beyond that? You guess is as good as mine."

Any sting that might have been housed in the words is nullified by a mild smile. Nothing near a grin -- and, indeed, it barely looks happy. But it's a polite sort of smile that suggests she's a polite sort of woman, and that she doesn't begrudge the other her conversation. Indeed (once her boot is tied), Peggy hops down from the truck's lowered tailgate and offers a stiff hand.