Nash let out an exhale at his failed attempt to lighten the mood. Suppose he should have figured that if Verity could tell when someone was lying they wouldn't answer a question like that lightly. He frowned a little, brows ebbed inward, and a hand instinctively found her shoulder.

"Hey," he tipped his head, "Shouldn't have asked. I'm sorry." A moment, he let his head fall. "How 'bout we start over? Since you live here, I'm about ready to head out. Wanna show me the sites?"