"Wales?" Leona's eyes went wide for a moment, before a smirk crept over her lips and she tipped her head to the side. "Always had a thing for the Welish, even if they don't speak a real language." Her 'American' accent faltered a bit.

Moving to the receptionist desk, she lifted herself up onto the desk and swung her legs gently as she thought about it. "I'm from Manchester." She said, "Sort of miss it there, miss a damn pub that knows what real beer it, that's for sure."