"Me, too," he says softly. He's trying to hide how excited he is--how relieved he is--that the other recognizes the place. After all, there are British people that aren't from Britian at all, but instead strange lands. What if this one was the same?

He thinks, again, of the knife Jess has given him. If he should give it to Sonny, too. He mulls it over before he realizes that Sonny's invited him to sit, and by the time the other's finished he looks vaguely startled. He really hadn't expected that.

Credence pulls the chair out from the table neatly, and glances at the general direction of where he'd last seen Kate. Surely, he could talk and sit a spell? Surely, Kate wasn't like Ma. It's this train of thought that causes him to lean in conspiratorially, like they're sharing gossip and not just chatting.

"I've lived in New York all my life--I didn't think I'd miss all of those tall buildings until I woke up in the fountain, here. Were you scared?"