Sirius releases the man's arm, confident there'll be no further bleeding for the moment. The fight seems to have gone out of him as surely as the blood, something in his quiet and genuine plea nestling itself beneath Sirius's breastbone.

"You're in a city called Darrow," he explains, carefully slipping his wand back inside his jacket. "It's dreadfully boring, I'm afraid, populated by an astounding number of Americans and full of the ugliest building you'll ever see. Not to mention the fashion," he adds with a shake of his head.

Carefully, he rises to his feet and holds a hand out. "Do you think you can stand?"