"This place," Nigel repeats somewhat skeptically, not sure if Natalie means quite literally the place itself or whatever Powers That Be were responsible for bringing them in here in the first place. But matters of 'place' dreg up thoughts of 'home' along with them, and Nigel finds himself thinking not only of the cold stone facades of the school and its grey as grey can be buildings, but also the warm wooden floorboards of his parents' house in the suburbs, his secret place hidden underneath, tucked in the crawlspace of the basement. "Perhaps it means for us to be comfortable. Reminders from home."

Slowly he begins to adjust his tie and go about the process of tying it neatly. There are plenty of knots that Nigel knows; many of them have become very useful as of late, what with the whole mess with Susan in the greenhouse of the girl's school. Neckties demand a different sort of knot altogether, though Nigel knows his fair share of those two. In the end, four-in-hand is his knot of choice and so his fingers and hands proceed without much hesitation or through, his chin tipping upwards as he lifts the collar of his shirt so as to make more room in which to work. "Might I ask where you're from, Natalie?" he eventually inquires. "I can't quite place your accent. America, is it?"