His time has been spent trying to learn as much as he can about Wonderland, which is a trial in and of itself, and as such Anders has only a vague understanding of Earth. He wouldn't know the first thing about which cities or land masses normally populate it--and to this day he has to suppress a chuckle at how strange it is to think about another world's geography.

"To others from Earth, maybe." In his opinion, every style of Earth music is new and different.

Noticing her shift in mood, Anders puts on a smile. "Two steps forward, one step back?" he suggests playfully. "Wonderland is a headache and half, but it's not as heavy on the restrictions as your average prison. We can stretch our legs outside whenever we feel like it and no one's stopping us from going to dances like this one, for example." He salutes the room at large with his drink. "It's all up from here. The little tastes of freedom we get along the way all add up on our way to where we're going."

And for her, perhaps that's Paris. For him... well, that's undecided as yet. But somewhere, some day.