"You know? I'll take it. Never turn down an audience." He flashes a toothy grin at the elf before taking point, leading the way despite...not really knowing where he's going. Well it's not as though this city is all THAT big. Should be easy enough to walk in a given direction until bars can be found.

It gives them time to take in the sights, and though the place is a little drab in comparison to the city-world that he hails from? It's no backwater. He remembers the dusty little world he first traveled to by accident, and this seems preferable. Mostly.

Hooking his thumbs into the harness at this chest keeping the machine strapped to him, he moves with a casual ease that says he isn't worried about running into trouble -- or potentially finding it sidled up close. But if dealing with the Dimir have taught him anything, it's the assassin you don't see that you should really be worried about.