The look of confusion and dismay on her face just grows with each sentence he utters. No one knows how they got here. No one knows where they are. He mentions the arrivals like they're the only people here. How can that be possible? Surely there'd be other people who lived here. There's coffee, there's aspirin. You don't just find those sort of things in abandoned towns.

Don't you?

Water hits the coffee grounds and the smell alone feels like it's starting to part the haze in her mind. Which makes his question hit her extra hard. Her brow knits together, her expression puzzled. "You... don't know where Central City is?" she asks in disbelief. "Central City, right across the Gardner River from Keystone City? Central City, home to 14 million people in its greater metropolitan area?"

That's like asking where New York City is. Or Gotham.