Of course he's never heard of it, but his imagination does the trick of coming up with a handy image of what it looks like, a rather picturesque place that he can see a woman like Chiana in. "Now, it seems I am a bit behind," he says, trying to sound charming and calm. "I've never heard of your charming-sounding planet or world or place or dimension," he rattles off the words, as if they're all of them a possibility. "Do you miss it much, then? Or do you find our little slice of strangeness similar enough?"