[ John looks up. He doesn't know anyone else, either in this boat or out of it, and he figures they must all be from different places. Even so, that white armour is a surprise. Not very camouflage.

He turns up a slight smile, though. ]

Yeah. Uh, Kansas. [ His John Baum identity had been blown, and he'd needed to come up with another on the spot. Names are a lot easier than fine details. His mom always drummed it into him. Until he comes up with a new story, he's going to borrow from Baum's. ] Nothing in the water there. At least so far as I know. Magic stuff is new to me.

Where are you from?