Were he capable of such a thing, September would be glad that the young man eased his grip on his sword. He'd seen enough of sword-wielding peoples to know that that was a sign of tension.

His head tilts as Ramza approaches and, if the other can sense it, there's a light telepathic ping. Seems he's scoping out all the telepaths in the area.

"The architecture appears to match that of eastern Asia on Earth, though drawn from a variety of time periods," he answers, his voice quiet and inflectionless without being monotone. "I suspect that those who built it and those who have provided food and drink are very accustomed to arrivals from different universes."

Well, hi there, in other words.