Sam shakes his head. His eyes flick away from her for a moment to check the name of the stop the train is pulling into, and they linger there for a moment, two, before coming back to her. They're not at his stop yet - even if this is where he got off the train last time.

"Haven't heard of it, sorry," he replies, and there's that grin again, bright and aw-shucks. "How do you like New York? Must be a change from a town no one's heard of."