[Sebastian looks up from his - perfectly innocent and inconspicuous, thank you very much - newspaper. Nevermind that he's been chatting up people nearly non-stop since arriving yesterday and that the newspaper-reading could likely be called interesting in its comparative non-interestingness. It's still rude to point.]
Else it could not be called a town, I would say. [Lowkey sass aside, he starts unfolding his trusty map. He'll help you, rude kid.]