"No, but I know you." He closes his eyes and puts his fingertips to his own temples, groaning a little. "I think I can. I-- Where are we?"

He looks around, trying for some reason to peg their location by architecture, but it's not... right. It's beautiful, profoundly beautiful, everything in their immediate surroundings and the view down the long, smooth, comparatively quiet city street.

Compared to what.

The strangely colored lights that illuminate the road as things get darker draw his attention and fascination. He's never seen anything like them, but he doesn't know how he knows that, or if it's even true.

"Where are we?"