[He's starting to feel the effects of standing out in the rain; his hair plastered to his face, no longer slicked back perfectly, and his suit clinging to him. He shakes his head, as if trying to ignore the memories that came back and turns around, looking for the source of the voice.]

Excuse me?

[Arthur pauses, briefly remembering the question he was asked.]

Sorry, I suppose it's just a sudden realization that I'm here in Paris again. It's a surprise I'm not used to.