[ Dorian follows his gaze upwards, and shrugs his bare shoulder. Frustration is starting to show on his face (it is far simpler to display annoyance, after all, than to panic, which a lesser man would surely be doing right now). ]

I can only assume.

[ He lets out an aggravated sigh, smoothing down his robes, before looking up at Charlie a little sharply. ]

You seem rather calm about this. A strange, handsome, strapping man appears in the middle of your store, talking about a land of which you've never heard -- and yet you don't seem particularly frightened.

Seen this before, then? Or has the shock gotten to you?