[It's only the knowledge of who her soul used to belong to that keeps him from being caught of guard by her comment. And even then it's a near thing. He knows people with the Echo, has run into them time and time again, and she's still the first to catch on that what he's offered her is as much a title as a name. Much less that he is - and ever has been - an architect at heart, without him alluding to it first.

Of course, the fact that he is familiar with the Echo also means that he doesn't so much as bat an eye at the fact that she seems to not be paying him much mind. And they are his memories, most of them. Just a very specific subset of memories, but to the fore more strongly by the realization that she shares a soul with someone he knew, once. On the other hand, whatever she's seen, she doesn't seem to be particularly inclined to address it and that works just fine by him.]

The technology of Norvrandt is somewhat lacking. [No hair dryers here, alas.] But towels should be simple enough. However, as it would be quite the walk back, otherwise....

[There's a pause, as much for dramatic effect as anything, and then he snaps his fingers; the only outward indication that he's doing anything at all before teleporting the two of them straight to the Crystarium. Or rather, to the Ocular. Mere adventurers might be bound by the necessity of teleporting from aetheryte to aetheryte. But he's no mere adventurer, to be bound so.

Besides, he doesn't much care to bother with the general populace of the Crystarium, if he doesn't have to.]