"It is," he nods. "But...I think I may be a little lost."

He rubs the back of his neck and studies the signs, though the characters make no sense to him. He shakes his head and keeps walking - hopping up on the boardwalk to keep out of the mud, offering her his arm.

(She is a lady, after all. And he is a gentleman.)

"It may be in the next block. It's been awhile since I've been here."