Jack turned towards the voice, his eye sockets opening to lift the bone ridge that suggested eyebrows. "Hello!" His voice was pleasant, rich. "Not, if I'm right, this would be the city of Los Angeles. Is that true? I normally have an excellent memory for places, but something here seems a bit... different that the city I'm used to. Not that I spend much time there, really only once a year, but I've been visiting for a long time now."
He was doing it again. What did Sally call it? Getting carted away?