"No, not in the least. I like to walk." Thus far, he had stuck to walking whenever he could. Taxis and buses - the whole army of belching automobiles that filled the streets - were a bit much, even for someone generally willing to embrace this brave new world. Not that he minded; his feet had carried him most places in his life, and he did not expect them to give out now.

For just a moment, he shifted his weight uncertainly from foot to foot, wondering if he should offer his arm, if that was even done. In the end, he clasped his hands behind his back - call it nerves, or carelessness, or merely missing the moment - and fell into step beside her. "Have you spent much time exploring the park here?" he asked. "It seems quite pleasant, from what I have seen."