"Venus? What the goldarn heck?" Jesse even stops walking, so taken aback by that tidbit of info. "Now, I ain't a science learned man; I leave that t'Mitchell, my engineer in the gang. But ain't Venus, like...All covered up with poison gas or somethin'? Pretty sure I read that in a book once." He hurries to add, though, "I ain't doubting y'all! I just gotta wonder what the heck yer people did to figure out livin' there iffen that's the case." He's soon walking again now, shaking his head in amazement. "Venus. Shoot."

Jesse nods when asked about Seattle. "Yeah! West coast North America. In a state called Washington. Pretty nice place. Google the Space Needle sometime iffen y'all wanna see somethin' cool from that neck o' the woods. Is Google still a thing where yer from? It was this computer thing that searched the internet fer what you were after. Like I said, I ain't science-minded, so that's probably a bad description. But yeah!"

The cowboy suddenly has a surge of self-consciousness, certain he's talking too much. He coughs lightly into a fist. "Found out I actually am from Calgary thanks to the Nexus, but I don't remember a whole lotta that. That's up in Canada instead. Who knows what I was doin' in Seattle when the zed hit."