Ethan looks up when the rather interestingly dressed man sits across from him. He looks rather out of place, and given the look he gives Ethan, he doesn't seem like he wants to be there.

"No?" he replies questioningly. "Why do you say that?" After all, Ethan has lived in New York for something like seven-eight years. It's just, suddenly the city doesn't seem to be aware of this. He won't argue the losing his mind bit, though.