"Huh?" He doesn't recognize this man- but for a moment he has to stiffen at the sight of them. The dress is odd, certainly- but the skin...it brings to mind the dead from the graveyard of Windknight's Lot, and it is only the calm from the fellow that brings confidence to the contrary. This is no member of the undead- and after all what was it that they had been insisting to him when he arrived in this place, covered in scratches that healed in days without the aid of hamon?

They would be 'monsters', and without a doubt this man is thus like 'him'.

"....Scotland?" He's genuinely shocked by the statement. So out of the blue! So...unexpected! Truly! He looks about them at the fog, pondering it for a moment. "Indeed, the fog here is as thick and horrid as it gets. Were it not for the lights we're surrounded by, I would have thought we were in the foggy streets of London, near winter..." But!

But! "...But there is more than just gloom here after all my friend- just see how these lights shine through the haze. That's enough to raise spirits, wouldn't you say?"

Also, they are Indeed not in Scotland. He found that out a while ago.