Add to that his strange clothing, of odd materials, unnecessary layers in odd geometric patterns, but he hesitates at her request. The dog appears at the end of the aisle and comes charging down. Kai gestures at it so that it knows not to attack. The floor is slippery, unfortunately, and its speed carries it — in a sitting position — skidding past the cart and into the shelf, where it solidly connects with the lowest row of books.

"Sorry," Kai says to the dog, though it made no whine or noise of complaint. "Uh. Sorry," he adds to Lirael, hands still raised but now in a more conciliatory position. "I... I don't know where I am and you startled me."

His demon does not have the map, after all.