"Oh, oh that makes complete sense," Giles sighs, relaxing slightly in relief. "We aren't from the same world."

He pulls off his glasses, giving each lens a swipe with a handkerchief he tugs from a coat pocket. Tucking the handkerchief away again, he replaces his glasses and surveys the room with a more curious glance. "But are we in your world right now, or mine?" he says, half to himself. He steps over to the window, looking through it as if expecting to find some sort of signpost naming where they are.

He's deeply curious about Sunshine's world - where the supernatural is common knowledge, apparently - but for the sake of self preservation, his questions will have to wait. He needs to know which world's laws he is beholden to, and immediately.