Well- in his own world, at least. He should probably have clarified that, the big lug.

"On Earth," Wells says. "It's the country just north of my homeland. The Highlands of Scotland're about as wild and isolated as you can get in our part of the world."

He laughs, a short, sharp sound with a little bit of a snort to it. "Straightforward enough," he says. "Here- d'you want help lookin' for this kid? Don't want to distract you."