Apollo barely had time to change, booking a last minute hotel was an inconvenience (being in this country could be counted as an inconvenience to his entire being, Apollo preferred being worshiped and not being in need of a hotel room.) Once or twice he tossed the nymph behind him a look (double-check, make sure no one had stolen his things away) but Syrinx seemed to be doing just fine. A little scared and overwhelmed but her discomfort was of no concern to this God. (Come on, since when had Apollo ever cared about anyone but himself and his own whims? Never.)
Better here than the Lux (at least right now) whatever Morningstar was doing was of no concern to Apollon, last thing required was some sticky situation that involved too many angry demons-angels-Christians. While within his own pantheon Apollo was one of the better remembered Gods, he was not stupid (and let's face it, he did not dirty his hands- if it could be avoided) to stick around in what could become a sticky situation.
No, he much rather spend his time here- letting his little nymph out for a walk and watching her develop and grow (because of what Apollo did, now he wanted to reshape her - make Syrinx his own not because of love or any other noble emotion but because he felt like it. There was the desire to see what would happen. An experiment.)
The place is just as he would expect, all Dionysus- from the waitress to the crowd. A perfect location of worship. Apollo smiles and presses his hand to draw Syrinx closer.