"I rather not call myself American, it's difficult to want to identify with those that kept me captive," Ava stares at the back of her Baby-Sitters book a bit more intently. "And I might have relatives in England, but we've never met, and it's best we don't."

Something about that name sounds... familiar, but of course it does. It sounds like every other dude's name because they all tend to recycle the same dozen or so. She's not thinking of low-budget adventure films at the moment.

Until he mentions Egypt. "Ah, tomb raiding were you? What's the future like? Has the housing market managed to crash yet?" She's so blissfully unaware.