"Of course." Scorpius led him into a nearby coffee shop. Not having the faintest idea how to cook for himself meant he'd been finding all sorts of nice little places to eat around the city. Once they'd settled at a table that was tucked away into a corner, he spoke. "I'm not sure where to begin. I've only just gotten here myself, really." He paused thoughtfully. "The other people who have been brought here are, for the most part, friendly. Quite a few of them have mistaken me for Draco, actually." His tone for that is a little wry, and he's certain Albus will completely understand why. "He-- Draco, that is-- he's been here for three years. And almost no one here knows about the war at all."