[Glances up at the understated [argh! unintentional pun in his mind! damn it, Sebastian!) Undertaker sign, sighs in relief that he's no longer lost.]
Well, thank you for your assistance, Ms....uh. Miss...? What do I call you when I'm looking for my escort?
[And he's not going to point out the irony that he'll have to wander the streets in order to find her so that she can escort him as he wanders the streets. He has a feeling the joke will be lost on her.]