Litterboxes?

[Sorry he's from fantasy land, and while they have airships, and even mechanical turrets because why not, litterboxes aren't likely a thing they have. Or if they do, they probably call it something different. Either way, he's raising an eyebrow at her, because regardless of whether he knows what the hell that is, he does understand "crazy cat lady" well enough, and that sounds kind of lame.]

So... let me get this straight. There's no ale, no taverns, and hardly any people? This place really is a hell. Have I died? Is that how I ended up here? I'd like to think I would have ended up in Halone's Halls... and not here...

[He lets out a dramatic sigh, letting his arms go limp at his sides as his head hangs a little. Sure, there's this pretty girl here, but everything else sounds absolutely dreadful!]

Do not misunderstand, I am full sure that any meeting here would be rather cool, regardless of whose house held such a meeting--considering the circumstances--but I fear I won't last long here with how painfully horrible it all sounds.

[Why yes, he did indeed take cool literally, because what is modern slang? He hasn't the foggiest!]