"Alabama, huh? Never made it there, spent most of my years in the U.S. on the east coast." He hadn't even made it out of Boston very much, to be honest, having been so busy with working on earning his doctorates, not to mention being a teenaged lecturer. Leisure time hadn't been a big thing, hasn't been a big thing probably since the age of like, eight. Though to be fair, Newt had thoroughly enjoyed his studies, so it's not like he feels like he missed out on a giant chunk of life.

"But nice to officially meet you, Sawyer." He tries to meet Sawyer's hand with a firm grasp but misses the first time and is sloppy about in the second. "I've got one, yeah, his name's Chuck. Supposed to be dead but y'know." He shrugs nonchalantly, it's at the point in the evening where he can't even question it anymore. "Shit happens, I guess, not like I'm complaining. Nice to have someone around who gets it, you know? 'Specially when there's dudes running around with faces you recognizes but they turn out to be completely different people, that is distressing." He sighs, glances over at Tex-- Sawyer. "How 'bout you?"