There's a low whistle at her answer as his eyebrows jump a little at how far away from home she is. That makes sense now, where her accent is from. "Yeah, you're a long way from home," he says in an amused tone, the warmth in it evident the moment it comes out. He's only put in the time it takes for him to become a sergeant in the army, so he hasn't become beaten down by the war yet - that's for his days starting with tomorrow - so it's easy for him to be like this with a complete stranger. "I'm headed outta town myself tomorrow morning. England. Not as far as where you're from, but still pretty far. Guess where you were probably looking to get away from the war, I'm getting thrown into it."

Other than knowing that Norway was occupied, he can't say he knows anything about what's happening where she's from outside of what he's heading overseas for as it is. The war. He doesn't think there's anything suspicious or out of the norm in what she's said so far, since he can see why someone would wanna get away from all of that.

"Nice to meet you, Hel." He throws on a wink at the end, forgetting all about how he's supposed to be keeping track of Steve - he hasn't even realized that his friend hightailed it out of there before he took notice of Hel in the first place. "Bein' from out of town and all, you don't have a chaperone hanging around here, do you?" It's his way of asking if she has a date, if there's someone who's arm she's supposed to be on because he might be trying to get her on his for the rest of the evening. He can walk her around the rest of the fair or take her dancing, to make sure he's not letting his last night of freedom go to waste.