Someone has noticed Jonathan standing in right in the middle of the street and marveling at your surroundings. An unconventionally dressed, and vaguely green, man strides over and stands next to him, taking a moment to also look up at the buildings in a state of awe.

"It's a damp, gloomy place, isn't it? I know what you must be thinking, but you're wrong."

He shifts his gaze from the buildings, turning to look right into Jonathan's eyes as he gives him a solemn nod.

"We're not in Scotland."