Mark might not be a fighter, but he wasn't a coward. Even so, this place made him nervous. His head turned with each step, trying to keep everything in view. It probably wasn't any more dangerous than parts of London, but the difference was that he couldn't recognize the dangers as easily. "At least you know where we're going," he said softly, trying to smile. He'd feel better when they were inside, he hoped. Or when he got used to this. He took a deep breath. It would be all right. He just had to keep his head and not do anything crazy.
That, he decided, glancing at his companion, might be more difficult than it sounded.