[ it is definitely not unrecognizable to at least one man, and that's probably no surprise, given how he's dressed, in clothing that is definitely a few centuries out of date. he's standing on a street corner, leather-bound sketchbook in hand, the other twitching at his side as he glances from building to car to person.. and finally back, to nicky.

leo blinks once, then smiles charmingly. ] Finally, someone that sounds familiar, [ he says with mild but audible relief. he taps the book against his thigh once, glances nicky over thoughtfully, then spreads his unburdened hand out to indicate the rest of the town. ] Regardless, I believe you'd have better idea than I. This is all.. [ he trails off, and laughs once, sharp and disbelieving. ] It echoes familiarity, but only just.

[ there are things he's seen before, dreamed before, designed-- but improved upon, changed, made more. he can hardly believe it, truthfully. ]