As he stepped out of the hotel room, it was pretty obvious to Alexi they weren't in Hamburg, indeed- or in London.  It was far to warm for those places.  It might be somewhere in North Africa, or the Mediterranean- or even the Caribbean or southern United States.  The kid with the Arabic fliers does kinds of seal the deal against the Western Hemisphere option, though.  The whole atmosphere of the street lends a certain amount of credence to the whole North Africa proposition.  He paid attention to Fitz's narration as they walked, and he kept his head on a swivel as he looked around to try and find the usual- escape routes, how to get back to the hotel they've left, and keeping an eye out for any attractive hedonist female types that have been infused with the proper Western Decadence.<br/><br/>Speaking of attractive females, though it remained to see if she was the sort Alexi ended up with, this morning not withstanding, Alexi heard Ysabel's mutterings.  "If it is him, he will have answers.  If not, then we will have to make a new plan."  He gave a slight wave of his hand, offering Ysabel the opportunity to go first.  Alexi had learned to act like a gentleman at some point in his life.