The first thing that registers when Ishiah steps off the train is the cold. It's practically a snap compared to the mild weather he'd been experiencing earlier, flakes falling heavy and white as Ishiah stares quickly up into the sky. He wonders, first, how much time he's lost. And then he wonders where he is at all, stepping forward and further out onto the street as he digs his phone from his pocket and flips it open. The network that his phone picks up is different than any Ishiah's accustomed to, outside of the good half dozen plans that he's on, and it makes his eyes narrow further in suspicion.

It's too busy, unfortunately, for him to take flight and get a good look at the place just yet.

"Merry Christmas!" a young girl next to him chirps, causing Ishiah's brows to raise in surprise as he nods his acknowledgment, smiling down at her before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

"Merry Christmas to you, too," he says quietly, before glancing up, feeling the slight brush of attention on his skin.

Robin stands across the street, holding wreaths and dropping one of them. Raising his brows in slight surprise, Ishiah waves a hand in acknowledgment before swiftly crossing the street and bending down to pick up Robin's fallen prize.

"I think I may be suffering from memory loss," he remarks with a furrowed brow, because Robin, for one, looks accustomed to these surroundings.