When Grace explains the dance room Harrow smiles and nods in the way of someone who's practiced in not knowing the details of another world. His nodding becomes more enthusiastic and his smile more sincere when Grace says she'll find it on her own. One of his floating hands lightly and playfully cuffs her on the shoulder.

"That's the spirit! You're gonna get far in the Nexus, I can tell. Folks with open minds always do better."

He takes an abrupt turn down a street and keeps on guiding her through the bustling downtown district.

"I'm gonna take you to a place folks call the underbelly. Shady stuff goes on there. Spy work, wheelin' and dealin', weird stuff. I figure you ain't gonna have much of a reason to go there, unless you're secretly a druggie or somethin', but I said I'd show you round and I might as well keep my promise."

He glances back at her as he has a habit of doing to be sure she's following his lead. "But, y'know, if you are a druggie, you oughta come to me. I don't have the hard stuff, but I do have the good stuff! Just... Whatever you do, if you ever see a little green man in a suit with a head shaped like a pickle? Don't take nothin' from him."

A few seconds pass before he thinks to tell her, "Most folks here you don't gotta watch out for, though. Most folks try real hard to be friendly. Strangers pop up and help out, and some of 'em become part of your life for good. That was a real big change for me. I had to learn to get used to it, but now that I am? I like it.

"Do you think that's gonna be a big change for you? Folks helpin' out, bein' kind? Or is that how most folks in London are?"