"Tokyo-..." It sounds and feels foreign on his tongue, and he shakes his head. Not to say 'no' to the question so much as to simple concede to the fact that he has no idea where she's from. Because- yeah, his own home is pretty similar.

"Aye. Perhaps a bit colder and bleaker- but Tamriel has its own sort of charm." Maybe there was little bit less magic and the like everywhere, but that may have to do with the standard Nord's take on mages and the aftermath of the Great War, more than anything.

After a pause, brings a gauntlet-plated hand to his forehead. "Ah! My manners! Come, have a drink, tell me about your Tokyo." He's so curious about all these other Planes, after all. The few he's visited had been nothing like what he's heard of so far.