It was a matter of strolling to teleportation points, which to him now read as immense power shifting points, ones that do act as portals, taking those who use them from one region to the next. Not along the lines the illusion suggested, but within its confines still, and those confines are not so small as to feel truly boxed in by their cage.

Once in the general area of what he perceives as the centre of this near-circular whole, he smiles and indicates a direction, settling into an easy amble and chatting over what the buildings are like, inventing as he goes.

"Nothing here is haunted," he says, "Other than the one who live here, huh?"

No spirits, however. Every energy here reads with emotion he can understand, but it isn't that of resentful energies, of unclean deaths. This city is too false, too new, and the deaths which may be coming have not yet arrived.

"Ah, looks like we've had a business failing and new tenants coming in." He nods his head toward a ground level storefront, under an office building. The For Lease sign is evident; paper on the windows, and darkness beyond. An odd way of seeing something normal, one business failing in providing what enough of the foot traffic population desires, but to their advantage, if it isn't a lie. "Turnover on storefronts like these can be high, where competition is fierce, but just as likely that someone will want to make use of this space in a lucky gamble that might succeed."

Eyebrow quirked, he looked down and over to her. Think this is a likely location?

"Nice, too, you can see it's up by the alley, must be where the waste is disposed."

Easy access point where it's less likely things will be observed without us being able to have our own measures.