Blonde with an attitude. Well those were always so fun. The red leather jacket was the only thing that really stood out in what she wore, But she'd stopped to converse with a stranger, so there was confidence there, self assured. Adorable really. Of course she was perfectly safe. He needed information. He needed to find out how to get back to London. Once there things would be right again. He'd be able to find out who had done this and just how they thought they were going to live for too much longer. He didn't at all appreciate being left behind, no in fact, he really rather hated it, always had since he was young. Somewhere new, with no information, no contacts. He hated it.
He closed the phone down, turning to face the woman properly, ever the actor. He tried for confused but polite, probably the best way to go given how wrong footed he'd found himself. He didn't like it. So he'd get what info he needed from the woman and he'd move on. Book a ticket to London and everything would be back to normal. "I hadn't heard, but then, I'm not entirely sure what I'm doing in America." he replied, the Irish accent a contrast to her American drawl, and she wasn't the only American around him. That and the fact his phone had gone to a roaming partner, Verizon. And they were American. Wasn't only Sherlock Holmes that could listen. "Could've sworn I went to sleep in London. Just thought I'd lie down for a while, didn't expect to be here."
She'd noted how he was dressed too, that was interesting enough. She noticed things.
"Is there a way I can get a flight back to London d'you think? I've been making calls, only none of them are going through. Even factoring in the international code, it should have gone through but it didn't. No one is answering. Can you explain that Miss.." he queried, leaving it open ended for her name.