[Victor can't say he understands most of the words either. Oh, he knows what some of them mean, but strung together like they are? They're puzzles, and baffling ones. And the clothing for one used to suits and long dresses is -- odd. Yes, he knows people dress differently here, but still. . .glowing leotards are something else.]

We've nothing like this in my world. At least, nothing that I know of.

[His gaze turns up again, watching the clouds drift past the impossibly-tall buildings. The polished surface of one reflects it all like a mirror, making it almost invisible and unreal. Like something out of Astralfield, he realizes with a little snigger.]

I can't imagine my home world ever having anything quite like this.