Before Tony's eyes fully adjusted, his lashes fluttering in the transition between the dreamless void and the door closing behind him, he was struck by the familiarity of this place. Something in the smell, the air quality--something that made him frown thoughtfully as he glanced around, not actually recognizing the room, only Lauri-Ell in it. And she looked rather out of place. Did they ever run into each other in these things? It was when his gaze flitted across the window, sending him sauntering curiously toward it to confirm, that he went, "Oh," and remained there, forehead resting on the glass like he could press himself out of it and back home onto the streets of New York. His fingertips spread gingerly along the window, and he bit the inside of his cheek, telling himself he wasn't sentimental.

He was still there when he did finally greet Lauri-Ell, muttered into the glass, "When's the last time you were home, Caesar?" It must have been longer for her, as far as he understood, so he had no real reason to be miserable.