Hawke spins on his heel to look at the young lady, a bright and flirtatious grin appearing on his face. "Well, that's another point in its favour." He says, "Another point for being the current location of the loveliest lady I've seen all day." It's not the best line, he knows it, but he's not at his best right now. He feels like a house has dropped on him, and maybe it has. Maybe this is some strange, strange dream.

"So I guess I have to ask, where am I?" He gestures at the map and then to the gaggle of locals, "The Welcoming Committee didn't actually say." Or if they did, they mentioned it in passing. He really doesn't know, and he's damned if he recognises it. But he hazards a guess. "Europe?"