[If Constantin notices any lingering looks he politely does not call anyone out-- that, also, would be rude, and there's no harm in it, after all. For all intents and purposes he does not look like a man who can hold his drink, literal lightweight that he is, but perhaps miracles are real in this neon city! Who knows!

He does hold up a finger to point out, however,] I do remember we've already established that I am from Earth, my friend. But the rest, not at all. Night City is an odd name for a place.

[And "Serene" is not, never mind. He gestures broadly at the street, as they get on their way.]

It must be more like this place than my own dear city, no?