"How long do people get stuck here, anyway?" Facilier's wariness extended suddenly, "You got cozy enough with somebody living here for that long to make you a scarf, and one that's so... well loved." Yeah, subtle.

He fell into step properly after them as they walked, letting them set the pace as he watched their back, their flexing wings and steaming... steam. Smoke. Whatever. He wasn't an infernal biological expert by any stretch, but this little demon looked kind of fascinating just on the basis that they were actually a normal human, and that was some advanced conjure for someone without any means. He wondered not for the first time if the lwa were involved after all, or if they'd just dumped him here and decided he could make good on his own.

"New Orleans, beautiful city in Louisiana." He said in answer, with a tone like he suspected it wouldn't mean much to them. "Gotta admit I kinda miss it already. Which probably sounds ridiculous to you."