She glanced over at his stance, thinking it formal and very novelesque, and she remembered having a similar thought the last time they'd met. In fact, his demeanor accounted for the memory of him being as clear as it was. He seemed a man out of time, she'd thought at the then. That impression had not, as of yet, changed.
She fell into step easily beside him, and she wrapped her scarf more loosely as the sun touched her cheeks. "Around three months now," she answered. "It's a unique building, I think you'll find, and not always in the best way." She squinted at him slightly as the sun hit her eyes. "Why do you believe he's here, your white whale, Ahab?"