[ Munch, munch, munch, she goes, stopping every so often to clean sauce up off the back of her hands and off her fingers as they talk. ]

Eh, anywhere. Wherever the fighting is. That's how I went to Rome, but been other places now, South Korea, France, Canada. Nearly froze me fucking tits off there. Not that I see much of the places, beyond the fighting. We get to stop sometimes, after, but not often. Brazil was kinda nice, stuck me toes in the water for a bit and everything.

[Another shrug, she doesn't think much of it, in that sense. Her world is fighting, she lives in a war zone without end, and not much hope. That life is broken up to moments of quiet and then moments of violence, just is, and she doesn't question it. ]