[ It's true that M'ahina must be used to having an entourage of sorts that would often smooth over situations or arrange accommodations for her, to say nothing of the fact that her clout had long ago made it possible for her to get what she wanted anywhere she set foot. That doesn't mean that she'll be incapable of falling back on her general gregarious nature to be convincing now that she's far from her usual stomping grounds.

She'd managed well enough on the First, after all. Granted, she'd had G'raha secretly looking out for her in that case, but it's at least prepared her for this to some degree. Ardbert isn't worried.

This world is very little like the First thus far, though. The wide roads and the strange vehicles that speed by whilst barely checking to see if there was anyone in their way was just one example. Though as Ardbert's led into the building where M'ahina has chosen to take shelter, he finds something more familiar, though not in a good way. This is where the destitute gather, and he can't help but think of Gatetown. No doubt M'ahina had felt the same when she first found this place.

He stands near the entrance for a few moments, scanning the room before he turns back to M'ahina. Cozy is a generous way of putting it, but he's in no position to complain. ]

It's the sort of place where you can come and go without too many questions being asked, I would wager. That's something, at least.

[ How he still has it in him to find silver linings, he couldn't say. But having M'ahina at his side makes it a tad easier. ]

Lead the way.

[ He can't imagine they'll have much in the way of privacy, but mayhap she's been able to cobble something together. ]