Alvador noticed the woman with somewhat of a start. He had fully expected to still be in the throes of a nightmare, and her voice cut the silence like a knife. In the moonlight, her hair shone a lovely silver. He was immediately struck by her beauty and awkwardly hesitated to answer.<br/><br/>"I-I suppose so. S-sorry." He replied. It was cold out and he was beginning to shiver. He looked around for any clue as to where he was, but to his dismay there wasn't a shred of familiarity to be had. "Ah... Where are we?"