Lobsang followed Tim eagerly, keeping pace and navigating with the same instincts, if just a tad more cautiously. Getting injured while he had a body (his body) was not anywhere on his to-do list, especially not for some reason as dumb as missing a cue he wouldn't recognise. "Traffic lights" or blaring mechanical noises or whatever.
Blüdhaven had proven to be excellent practice, so now that he was actually wandering around Gotham, it wasn't difficult to keep his gawking internal. Really.
Yes, bigger, at least than Blüdhaven. Yes, just as busy. And dirty and smelly and pushy, with lights all over the place that would, no doubt, fail to illuminate very much at all after dark. And yes, dark, or maybe he really meant ancient. Ancient and pointy and enough like home (and his new home?) that he really can't feel nostalgic, only excited.
"Thanks!" The grin he threw Tim was maybe a bit more impressed than he'd intended, but it's just as wide as he'd intended it to be. "Let's see this 'better'."