[ There's a part of Claire that relaxes; he isn't family, but he's as close to home as she thinks she'll ever get again, even if she does leave this place. They're in America now, and they'll very likely never sail back to Scotland, it's too dangerous, and Christ knows when they'd be able to afford it again. ]

Oh, I've been around the world. I'm not biased at all, it isn't my homeland, but I've never been happier to be accepted there.

[ When she's from; it's always such a tricky question, and she hesitates, noticeably before squinting an eye in thought. He can handle it, she won't try to dumb it down. ]

I'm a time traveler, of sorts. A reluctant one, but when I'm from, literally when I'm not here, is 1767. But I was born a hundred and fifty years later in 1918. I have a daughter, and she was born in 1949.

[ Claire gives Red a bt of a wry grin. ]

We're an eclectic group of all sorts on this planet.