James had never been to Connecticut either, but he was willing to bet that it wasn't a very eventful place. Its innocuousness was the perfect cover and only made it easier to further the lie that he was someone else, not at all connected to that disgraced senator or his fortune built upon lies. The doctor didn't seem like the type question the validity of something so small anyway, and James was grateful for that, and in fact, he wasn't all that sure that Gabriel wasn't simply being polite to him and keeping up the conversation until they arrived at the hospital. Either way, human contact before his first shift started did wonders to ease his nerves, and he appreciated the other man's time. “You're not missing much,” he finally followed up, and left it at that.

Hearing that Gabriel was from the golden coast was a little surprising. When James thought of California, he thought of blond, tanned surfers eating fish tacos on the beach while wearing puka shell necklaces, not well put together doctors with dark hair and a nice suit. He wasn't one to judge, and really had no room to when he wasn't even being honest about where he came from. He simply nodded, accepting the information with a friendly comment about enjoying the sun and sand himself. 

With the crosswalk disappearing underfoot, the concrete gave way to polished floors, bright colors and nicely dressed staff members crossing the lobby of the hospital, moving to and fro and all around as they went about their jobs. James took it all in, blue eyes slightly wide and almost amazed that he had made it to such a prestigious and respected hospital—this was where it all started, though, and James couldn't have been more ready. He turned back to Gabriel, chuckling softly at his words and nodding. He was already prepared for the on call room to become his new first home, all the while forgetting what his apartment actually looked like. It would be well worth the trade in just a few years time.

“All part of the eventual job, right?” he asked rhetorically, smiling as he righted his bag over his shoulder and swirled the last bit of coffee around in his cup. He needed to get down to the basement for orientation, completely against being late. “I hope you'll come find me for coffee soon,” he added, smile fading off into a barely-there smirk. He knew that he would see Gabriel around the hospital, but he didn't expect to be friends in front of anyone when he was merely a resident.