"Fortunately for you I believe whatever fish I emulate is docile," he said tersely. The fish jokes were already starting to get old. He should just let the man get them out of his system.
"No?" he asked, shifting his focus at the implication that where he had ended up was so unusual.
He complied with the other's nonverbal communique and started keeping pace with him. 'Off the hook,' that one wasn't as common.
"May I ask our destination?" he said. And though if he focused he could probably have a better idea through his emotional state, he decided that erring on the side of trust was a better plan.
As they traveled, though, he took the moment to better acquaint himself with his surroundings. It looked like any generic suburban city environment. It was non-specific, though, and he couldn't place it geographically. It was unnerving. The people, though they had been emotional, had felt different. It was like seeing color but through a foggy lens to be in their presence.