[They're in a garage. Sunday can tell immediately once they've stepped out, although it fails to minimize his confusion, because it doesn't look like anywhere he's been in the past. He would know if he was still in Penacony; least of all, this man would recognize him.]

Mr. Neuvillette.

[HOT STUFF... Poor man. Should Sunday tell him? Before he can make a decision the valet appears, then immediately races off.]

Hm. If we wait, he might be able to provide us more information on our circumstances. [NPC exposition we can handwave.] But I won't stop you if you choose to leave and investigate the area yourself. You have no reason to stay with me. And you seem quite capable of defending yourself, if that need arises.

[With that water cannon... Sunday is just a weak little guy in comparison. As he waits, he starts wringing out the bottom of his drenched robe, trying to preserve some Dignity.]