Well, busybody was a reputation he could live with, even appreciate so long as it didn't turn into people getting jealous. Still better to just go it normal until it was over. The happiness coming from the woman was strange, if he was more judgmental he'd call it off putting but as it was she just felt incongruous with the desolation and depression of the recently trodden over world. They hadn't even properly lost water and electricity in some places he'd seen, the luckier ones, but it was already down to their loose little commune of strugglers. It wasn't even sad at this point, or maybe her smile was just infectious. "Boston," he said, miming the accent everyone in Oklahoma assumed he would have. "I liked it better where there was water around." He was stopped when a third person walked up to their group. He lamented the attention but in some way... it almost reminded him of standing around the water cooler. George played along. "Hello to you too," he said to the newcomer, "George Walsh, pleased to meet you," he stuck his hand out to shake. The boy looked much younger than him, but was plenty taller, something he was used to.