The Capital?

[ Cue the same clear surprise crossing Arcade's face, as he glances up briefly from his searching. Another too-strong breeze ruffles his hair and he reflexively combs it (futilely) back into place. ]

That's pretty far east.

[ Like, all the way, basically. It's sort of funny to think about, actually meeting someone from the opposite coast so abruptly. Travel that far is rare, and Arcade is struck immediately by a sense of opportunity. There are about a hundred questions at the top of his mind, already.

But, with respect to another potentially violent gust of wind coming at any second and the newness of Danse's personal displacement - he doesn't ask them. Though it's probably obvious on his face that he'd like to.

At least until relief overwhelmingly supplants that look, too, as he snatches his glasses up out of the grass. ]

Yes!

[ He grins a little, despite himself, as he folds them carefully into his grip. ]

Thanks. For the record, my eyesight isn't that bad. But I'd still really rather not spend the rest of my life with a headache from squinting, either way.