Certainly not Kansas, anymore. [ He stares for a beat, scanning an idyllic suburban street as if waiting for it to reveal itself as a mirage. He'd like to stare longer, but it seems unwise to agitate the tense young lady with the knife any more than he has to. Though doubtful she'll take him up on it, he retreats to his corner and gestures limply to look for herself. ]

Maryland plates on the car out front, but that can't be possible... I'm from New Jersey, they wouldn't have just— [ Shipped him like an overnight parcel. Moving prisoners out of a potential hot seat to ensure they make it to trial isn't something Gotham bothers itself with, or so his research has led him to believe. To say nothing of her, the house, their matching rings. ]

Where were you last?