[ He shouldn't be white enough to catch that acronym, but going to a high school with a white majority definitely clued him in on a thing or two, so he'll smirk - okay, he'll chuckle. He hasn't internalized the latent Catholic culture and its angst that should come with his Filipino heritage, but he recognizes the clash when he sees it.

He'll also bare his teeth, breathing in with an extremely fake-thoughtful hiss, as he shrugs. ] Somethin' somethin' Central Park... Manhattan? I don't keep track of it all. I leave it to you experts. Someone's gotta keep track of the sprawl.

[ He does pay attention though, moseying his way over to some cupboards at the other end of the kitchen to look for some mugs along with a canteen. ] You caught me. If it makes you feel better, you could close your eyes and pretend I'm from Philly? [ As for the name bit, he'll... just... busy himself with the mug. ] My town's closer to the coast, almost smack dab between Princeton and Atlantic City.