['What kind of place do you come from' is the kind of question that always draws a grim kind of smile to his face. It's never one that he's sure that people really want to hear the answer to.]

The kinda place y' might expect the world t' be two hundred years after a nuclear war.

[If more information is wanted, he'll give it, but his tone clearly gives the impression that it is Not Good.]

Humanity at each other's throats, mutated creatures tryin' t' kill y' if the people ain't. [A small shrug.] Could be worse.