[He glances again around the corner, noting how Roy's gun is no longer pointed directly ahead. In response, he decides to finally step away from that cover and face the stranger directly. Norman's own gun is held similarly, gripped tightly in both hands but pointed toward the floor. The suit he's wearing must appear in much better shape than Roy is used to seeing on the wasteland.]

I, er... don't know, actually. I was in D.C. before I got here, so I doubt it can be too far from there.

How did you get here?