The outfit may be a little out of place, but he figures people'll just assume she's some kind of hippie or something, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket like that. Sure, she doesn't exactly look like any hippie he's ever seen, but then, as far as he's concerned, anything goes when it comes to fashion. It's not like he's exactly matching most of the guys on the street, either.

He has to look around to orient himself, to figure out where they'd come back to, to figure out what moment of his life he'd been ripped from when he'd been taken to the City and returned to now. It takes a moment, but then he nods.

"Well, um. Welcome to New York. Welcome to Madison Avenue, as a matter of fact. We're pretty close to my office. I should maybe... I mean, I'm not gonna make you go to work with me, but I should probably go in and tell them I'm not gonna be back in the office today, that I'm sick from what I ate for lunch or something. They'll believe it, because they don't want to risk me throwing up in the creative lounge."