There's a soft noise, a hum of confirmation but also a wait-a-second sort of noise, as Jacob pulls himself up and off the bed, back towards his coat. He pulls put some bits of paper- mismatched scraps that he could get his hands on- which he's begun to carefully make a plan of the city. At least, this half of it.

He comes back to the beds, and sits down on the edge of his own, looking over the notes and the sketches.

"The Down is pretty extensive and its difficult to really get an idea of it, but... it's not bad looking, at night." He felt the same way about London. It was a seething hellhole but bloody beautiful when pin-pricks of light lit it from within.

"And I don't recognise any of the stars. If they are stars." He adds, although perhaps that's a given. They're clearly not on Earth. But where they could be aside from Earth gives him a bit of a headache.