"If what you say is true," he cast a meaningful glance and the steel-and-glass buildings, before landing it on her. "Which I'm inclined to believe it is, then it seems I have no choice but to agree." He paused for a moment, thinking. When he did speak, his tone was careful, steady, but hinting at what may lie ahead for this girl who claimed she needed to know more about him and his origins, "I will warn you though, Whitechapel is not a pretty place, and its people are even less so." He shifted his gaze slightly, catching her eyes with his own. "Myself included."