I totally get that. I'm from a small town in Maine, nothing like this at all. Beverly grins, nose wrinkling a little as she holds her phone back over. She's been here long enough now that she's gotten pretty used to it, but she remembers how mind-blowing it had been at first, suddenly being in the middle of a big city, never mind one almost thirty years in the future. That's always a strange detail to drop into conversation, though, and she doesn't want to make this too weird too soon. If Regan has only been here for a few days, then she's probably had a lot to take in already, and Beverly doesn't know what she might have found out yet.