It's both a familiar name and place, but John knows better than to comment on it. He only nods and offers a smile, though not his hand, because it seems like a handshake isn't quite the way to go here. It's not the first time he's met someone whose customs are unlike his own and this extends much further back than his time in Darrow. It isn't difficult for him to follow some simple social cues.

"John Reese," he say. "I'm from somewhere very much like this. Bigger by far, but not much else has changed."

It's safer. It's an odd thing to be able to say even after the Purge, but it's true. There are no acts of terrorism, there's no super intelligent computer trying to kill him or anyone else. Regular, awful every day people are the sort of thing John is trained for and he can deal with what Darrow throws at him, so long as Samaritan stays in his version of New York.