Just as suspected, it's Elizabeth, which begs the question: is this that floating city of hers, Columbia? Looking around, there really is a 1912 sort of look to everything, with just a little bit of an anachronistic feel -- probably because the whole damn place is in the air, for one.

"Um --" should he tell the truth? Or just go along with the dream? The fact that he's wearing clothes that he's not sure he was even wearing, five seconds ago - suddenly, suspenders and a tie! -, tells him to wing the latter. "I'm not... totally sure. Is this Columbia?"

He's not getting any closer to that rail, anyway. At least in his apartment, there's thick glass between him and way down.