He nods to her description, taking in the information. It's more or less what he'd remembered from what she'd told him in the dream, but being here- really being here - is more than he could have imagined.
"Divine beings?" That's a surprising addition, but it's a question that he immediately disregards. Miss Asadi doesn't seem in a question-answering mood, and he can ask later when she doesn't seem like she's in such a hurry.
As she pulls him down into the subway (a functional underground rail system!) he can't help looking around himself in fascination. Even if he is in some alternate dimension, it's very similar to what he knows of life at this time. "New York City at the start of the twenty-first century-" He says, more to himself that to her.
His words draw the attention of a couple walking in the opposite direction. They're looking right at him, so he says hello in the friendliest voice he can manage with someone tugging at his elbow. They give him an odd look and keep going, seeming like they'd rather talk to each other about him than actually meet him. Maybe it's the clothes. He does rather stand out here.
"Miss- Iman," he corrects himself, switching to the name she'd asked to be called. He has a million questions, but she's moving a mile a minute. He's not going to get any good answers from her while they're still on the move. He'll have to settle for a more innocuous question for the moment and reserve the rest for when they're on the train.
As she pulls him past a subway map, he pulls back to look it over for a few more moments before catching up with her again. "Do you have much experience with these trains?"
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"Divine beings?" That's a surprising addition, but it's a question that he immediately disregards. Miss Asadi doesn't seem in a question-answering mood, and he can ask later when she doesn't seem like she's in such a hurry.
As she pulls him down into the subway (a functional underground rail system!) he can't help looking around himself in fascination. Even if he is in some alternate dimension, it's very similar to what he knows of life at this time. "New York City at the start of the twenty-first century-" He says, more to himself that to her.
His words draw the attention of a couple walking in the opposite direction. They're looking right at him, so he says hello in the friendliest voice he can manage with someone tugging at his elbow. They give him an odd look and keep going, seeming like they'd rather talk to each other about him than actually meet him. Maybe it's the clothes. He does rather stand out here.
"Miss- Iman," he corrects himself, switching to the name she'd asked to be called. He has a million questions, but she's moving a mile a minute. He's not going to get any good answers from her while they're still on the move. He'll have to settle for a more innocuous question for the moment and reserve the rest for when they're on the train.
As she pulls him past a subway map, he pulls back to look it over for a few more moments before catching up with her again. "Do you have much experience with these trains?"