Lawrence, Kansas. Despite his station he did luck out in knowing how to read. He'd been taught and had practiced as best he could despite being an orphan without all that many opportunities to get his hand on books. Because of knowing how to read he could decipher maps beyond the topographical. He knew what the cities were called. He had never heard of a Kansas or a Lawrence. If he'd needed more reason to believe that he wasn't anywhere near home anymore. Albion was a large country it could be possible that there was a place with such heat. A place with people dressed so. However, he really and truly couldn't think so. Why had no one ever mentioned it? No, it was best to keep his mind open to the fantastical.
Lancelot gave a slight bow, bending at the waist, just enough that there was no mistake what he was doing. It was respectful. Enough so not to insult her should she be of someone of importance. He would dislike being dismissive and disrespectful even in his confusion. What he had seen of her ... erm, attire didn't have him believing that it was clothing that a lady wou - not that he didn't think she wasn't ... all women were ladies and it didn't matter her station. Her kindness deserved courteousness in return. "I am Sir Lancelot of Camelot, Elena. And I cannot honestly say that I have heard of Lawrence Kansas before now; however, I thank you for the information." He said as he straightened. "I must say, as much as I would not wish this sense of - "Displacement. "confusion on anyone, it comes with some relief that perhaps you will be able to help me. I will try my best not to take up much of your time."