He looks at the view out of the window. For quite a while.

"Good heavens." His voice is dry, rather than shocked. It is the kind of voice that conveys no more than an ironically raised eyebrow to nearly anything, whether it be a violinist claiming illness before a performance, or a female wizard showing it the end of all existence through a viewing room in a bar.

Yes, even something as ridiculous as that.

He turns back to her, with a very slight, but polite smile. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Smith. My name is Salzella."