"Oh, Christ, I'm cutting you off after one, and that one's gotta be on the small side." Sam ignored the nudging and threw up her hands, unaware that even these conditions would prove conducive to one (1) heavily modified toaster on fire slowly burning itself out as it butted (rather piteously) against the side of the kitchen sink, like a wind-up toy run up against a wall.

Fortunately for all---in the near future, and now---she wasn't one to be bent out of shape. Even now, though she'd meant to ask after the school Hiro had attended, she didn't mind moving on.

"San Fran---San Francisco, I know of, but San Fransokyo is new to me. Going to have to set out a map, sometime... and hey, hey, hey!" She huffed back without hesitation. "How do you think I felt when I first learned that if you die outside of Canada, you're dead in Canada too?!"