The very familiar accent in this particular case put him on edge. She was instantly suspicious. Voodoo? The assassin's guild? Someone else who wanted revenge on him or his family or... who the hell knew anymore? But she sounded as lost as he was, even if he was keeping a carefully manicured air of nonchalance about him.

He'd play nice for now, but could that New Orleans accent really be nothing more than a coincidence?

"Anywhere, chérie?" His own accent was obvious and overstated, an easy Southern drawl with plenty of French undertones. He gave an acknowledging nod when she clarified things.

"Well, unfortunately, you and I seem to be in the same boat," He scanned what he could see of the skyline from the mouth of the alleyway they'd landed in, fixing his gaze on the large tower some ways away which seemed to be the only large building of note, "Looks like a convenience store just over there. Maybe they'd be so kind as to give us some directions, hm?"

It seemed like as good a place to start as any.