A calm almost mournful look returned to Reese, but inside he was glowing. Some ghouls, would learn over time, to use their masters as cover. Royal, apparently hadn't learned that lesson yet, and the fact that she was so scared of newcomers....Well it felt good to put the little slave in her place.
He returns to his seat and takes a deep drink from the glass. "Even if you haven't left America, where have you been stateside?" Reese poses the question with a popped eyebrow and a glance to the side. "Or are you a Sacramento native?"