He watched her, listening to where she said. Chicago? That was…somewhere. Names hadn’t really meant anything to him, only the ones that stayed for an exceptionally long time really stuck in his head. Sure, he knew where Athens was located and he was quite sure Rome had never changed locations but Chicago? He took a few moments to mull this over. Wait, he had it. Wasn’t that where the particularly busy fire had been once? Yes, now he had a better idea. It was on the noisy continent then. He finally seemed to come out of his blank looking state and caught onto the last part of her comment, lips twisted in somewhat of a dissatisfied frown.<br/><br/>“Not particularly.” He could have gone into explaining that, in fact, around here wasn’t from him but he doubted severely that she’d have any idea what he was talking about. He turned to look around again, all the little details of the world being almost overwhelming when he tried to focus on any one of them. He felt a strange sort of sensation in his head, and he brought one hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose as his brow furrowed at the pain. That was another little oddity he wasn’t really accustomed to. Sensation wasn’t exactly a necessary feature when one drifted on an intangible plane. Probably would have been more of a hindrance, really.<br/><br/>Once again, the strange man became silent and still. He had to think of something to do, or someway to at least figure out what he was supposed to do now. Coming to the conclusion that he should, at the very least, figure out exactly what he was working with, his attention turned back to Erin. “Tell me, do I look like a normal, well…one of these?” he motioned to the people walking about, eyes running over a few of them before back to her. “I mean, like you. A normal person.” It was a good a place to start as any, he reasoned. If there was something different about him, he might at least be able to get away with making some demands or finding one of those odd little sectors of humanity that actually cared about the important things. The important things, in his book, included death, the other realm, and the gods or whatever they wished to call them at the time.<br/><br/>Yes, the old days had been so much simpler. He simply would have to go and announce himself or find one of the temples with an actual diviner. There he’d be able to simply contact his ‘bosses’ and attempt to figure out what they wanted him to do and how quickly he could do it in. There had always been those sort of stipulations before, and he had been in a few situations. None had been like this, but were rather run of the mill ‘seek out and make yourself present’ in this realm or show up here and deliver a message. Quite a few times he had just been instructed to stand ominously in a corner or at the top of a building. Never understood those but, then again, he never mucked with the affairs of the gods.<br/><br/>Having been distracted again, Death looked over towards Erin and let his moody gaze just watch her. Deep in the recesses of his thoughts, he could just feel as though there was information lingering back there but he didn’t have any way to reach it. Normally, whenever he looked at a mortal, he’d be able to tell if he should stick around but also he’d know their name, general disposition at the time, and was surprisingly good at figuring out what to say to them. Besides, dying was such a touchy situation for a human and he had learned there were far less kinks when he didn’t say ‘Look, can we hurry this up a bit? I’m very busy at the moment’.<br/><br/>Frustrated that nothing came, he leaned back and gave up for the moment with a defeated and frustrated look wrought across his features. This was confusing. Absolutely and terribly so. Didn’t they realize how important it was that he got back to what he was supposed to be doing? Without him, the reapers would go on doing what they did but then…well, then it was going to be a very, very terrible and confusing world for the mortals rather quickly. He blinked once, and then again before he shut his eyes. Oh…oh that was rather nice. A bit more like it. Everything was nice and blocked out now, and there wasn’t so many things moving around with all their various colors and depths and shapes. It made him feel a little more at ease. Ugh. Feeling? Now he was<span style="font-style: italic">feeling</span>things?  How dreadful<br/><br/>“I have no idea what I am doing here,” he admitted to the air around him and, usually, that did the trick where he was from but here it might have been mistaken for him speaking to Erin instead.