"Yes," he agreed immediately, sparing only a passing glance at the gadget in Zoe's hand. "All right." And in his voice was the acquiescence of a man who expected very little save someone keep their word. He found his hat on the bench beside where he'd first woken, then tugged it over his brow. "Please --" he said, gesturing to the pavement in front of her, a way to say that she should lead on.
A heaviness in his pocket drew his attention. He set his hand inside it, then withdrew the same sort of device that Zoe had. Odd. He knew he hadn't had this before; he'd never seen such a thing in his life. Following behind the woman, he pressed certain buttons and fiddled with the screen. Such strange things were happening. He didn't know what to think, and he was hung over, and everything still felt unreal. Even in France, it felt unreal....as if Satine had been his anchor.