[ His rooms. Oh. Yes, well, that probably is what most people want, in fairness. It had not actually occurred to Gansey until this moment. That's the reason why his expression turns politely puzzled, and then he shakes his head. ]

Ah. No, but thank you for that. I'm not very worried about my rooms, though I'm sure they're lovely. I'm quite happy to find them by myself, later.

[ How hard can it be? There's an address printed in his file. He'll just hail one of those remarkable hovering taxis and be taken straight there. That's if he decides to stay the night at all, and doesn't just hire a car himself and drive straight for Henrietta. He's still very tempted by that option, and it's only the sheer difference of this place that has stayed his hand so far. ]

I would very much like to discuss your experiences here, however. I really don't know what to expect. Everything here is quite elaborately different from my world, although I'd hazard a guess that it's even more different from yours.

[ Athos. He knows that name. Impossible, he thinks. But nothing is impossible, not really. As today has evidenced, even less is impossible than Gansey even knew. ]

Not many people carry a sword these days. They don't give you trouble for that?