The United Kingdoms Of Auradon

Not in a poor mind, nor evil, nor even a Twilight walker like himself. Certainly no Princess, but likewise no chance she might be a similar oddity to Xehanort's Heartless having retained a copy of the man's mind and memories. It was fascinating, and he had to stop himself from asking about it. He hadn't meant to examine her personally, and it would be rude to pry about the metaphysical details of someone he'd just met. Or about the curiosity of her chosen storage method.

Instead, he chose to focus on her comment about this not being her world. That brought him even more visible relief than the evidence that magic was known here, as though he'd just realized he could step out of some sort of performance role.

"It most certainly is not my home world, no. Nor is it any I am familiar with, either through direct experience or from others' accounts."

He shook his head, brows furrowed in thought and worry.

"Not that I can boast familiarity with every world there is, but it must be quite far from my home indeed."

Across a stretch of Voidspace, perhaps? He'd have to make practical tests of the Voidcraft theory he'd studied on the train a priority.