Aya's own grip is just as firm, but unbelievably warm. Hot, even, but not clammy. She lets go just as soon as Aaron does, wiping the hand on her pants absent-mindedly, despite the lack of moisture.

"So far, anyway." And that's all she'll say about that. With her parasite abilities, she isn't too concerned about how safe things are, especially when, in her opinion, the whole situation makes it a moot point.

"Boston, originally," though she has no trace of an accent. "I tend to move around a lot." She grimaces. "Generally not this far, though. Wherever 'this far' even is."