Jono nodded a little. It made sense enough to him, anyway.

"I grew up in the city," he offered. "Not the same sounds, but the same expectation for that constant white noise. I think the only reason I can handle the island is because there's plenty of background chatter up here," he tapped the side of his head, "to make up for how I'm reasonably certain there isn't a siren or motorized vehicle on the whole bloody rock."