Robb had heard these warnings about Grey Wind more than once. This time he shook his head once, firmly. “Grey Wind is perfectly safe in my company and has been on the battlefield. Someone would have a hard time shooting him. They would lose their life but I will warn them first.” He did not know what a cop was and he thought to ask but this man was clearly annoyed and wanted to move on.
There were too many questions to ask and there would be time for that later. If this was an afterworld then he needed to find his people. Could Bran and Rickon be somewhere in these strange corridors? “I must look for my men. Should you find any men of the North please direct them here.” He gestured back towards the room he had arrived in and then continued down the hall.