"Here and there, but I was born in Philadelphia.  My father was in the Navy and kept us moving around a lot.  When he was transferred to the new Air Navy, we actually ended up on Mars, when I was sixteen.  That was something."  His childhood had been one of upheavals and constant movement.  The thought of a permanent home just wasn't in his DNA.  As it was, his mother had died when he was very young and his father had dragged him around like an add on piece of luggage.  A home life, with Sunday dinners and sledding at Christmas had never been in the cards.<br/><br/>The stewardess returned relatively quickly with their drinks, much to his surprise.  He supposed she wanted to get it over with.  Her pointed little nose was in the air, but chances were she was from humble origins, just like he was.   He thanked her and pressed a bill into her hands, just to show that he was as good as she was.  She sniffed again and wandered off to greener pastures.  Arthur picked up and smelled his scotch.  It was the good stuff.<br/><br/>"To your health, Miss Fondaine and to the success of our mission."  He lifted his glass up and then took a drink.  "So, I know your not from Philly.  Where do you come from originally?"  It was obvious that she had grown up in France, but it was a big country.  He was not sure if he would know the town she mentioned, unless it was Paris, since France was not one of the countries he had visited.