No, specific is very good. Beacon Hills she's never heard of. California is not her California, though. And at least she landed in an English speaking country from a similar time period to her. She hates period fashion. And when the Rift decides to dress her. One hand comes up to rub at her shoulders, her wings lifting and resettling as she tried to massage out some of the aches and pains.

"I'm Ava." There's a pause because she's not really sure what else to tell him. It's not like she could really elaborate. Buying a bus ticket here isn't going to send her home to her Chicago. " ... I guess I'm not really from anywhere anymore."