Javert? Javert... the name was familiar. From his bulletin board notes? He couldn't recall immediately, so it probably was not anything too startling--such as, say, being a sword in a human's body. Possibly just one of the many French names he'd taken down, noting how many people of French or Japanese descent seemed to be in this place.

"Europe, hm? I spent a few years living in London," Mark commented, glancing out the window briefly. "I couldn't place our location either, although it would be nice if we were on Earth." The right Earth. Right dimension, right time. All of that business was a headache; first figuring out how they got to this place would probably explain where they actually were. Not that he had any way of determining that either.