I, uh- I don't know, sir. I already told you, I don't know these woods. Could be just about anywhere'n the world right now. [He pauses to scratch an itch behind his ear- at this point, the blind terror is long gone. Tibbs still isn't entirely off his guard, but this human hasn't hurt him yet. Can't be all bad, right?]

And I don't exactly keep my nose in human affairs that often. Think London's led by a Queen of some sort...