Julian refocuses on his more immediate surroundings when Castor's voice breaks through his thoughts. "Thank you, Castor," he says with a half-smile, encouraging his long legs to go a bit faster and to bring his eyes back down to his immediate surroundings in an effort to catch up so he can walk next to his guide as opposed to following behind him like a bewildered child.

"Not alone." He repeats this quietly as if taking Castor's words and storing them away for further reminders. "Disconcerting as this all seems, it certainly is a relief to have someone to help when in the first few moments of arriving here I had very much expected to figure it out all out on my own. Though I'd rather not admit it, I'm not sure I would have been at all successful." He shakes his head. "I imagine it must be hard to play tour guide when you've only just arrived in this strange situation yourself. You had someone to do this for you, as well, a guide of sorts?" He peers at a building as they pass by. "I'm fairly sure this is my first time in New York City. A few centuries off and possibly trapped here forever, but I suppose I finally managed a visit." It is a wry, perhaps failing attempt at humor, but he smiles faintly despite himself.