She nodded slightly, and she supposed that explained the attire. Lapsing into a thoughtful silence, she sipped almost absently at her drink and let her eyes wander over the inside of the coffee shop. Setting the mug down, she ran her fingers through her hair again before she shook her head.
Of all the things she'd planned to do that day ... getting lost in past-times New York wasn't one of them. "Where ... where is this welcome center?" She asked. She supposed she'd get more definitive answers there. Not that she didn't appreciate him taking time out of his day to help her, because she did appreciate that, but she supposed she should find somewhere quiet to sit and think and try this bulletin board thing. "I suppose I should ... be on my way there and get out of your hair." She did manage a little smile at the last bit of her statement, though it was fleeting.