[ Behind the mask, John's gaze flicks up to consider the eavesdropper—not that it's anything he's going to be secretive about if asked directly, it's just a turn of phrase. And the question of it honestly doesn't register as not knowing what an elephant is, because that just seems absurd on first pass. That'll be a whole conversation considering John's knowledge is inherited.

The guess at his purpose in asking is a pleasant surprise, though the same can't be said of the assessment drawn.

...And there is a large, fat raindrop that lands square on top of his hooded head. In thought as he is, John half jumps back, half scrambles up the wall to brace himself, all while ducking in response with a sound almost like a grumbled bark of surprise. Tactile sensation is new again on this scale, okay!? The unexpected is basically doubly effective! The interruption prevents him from forming anything coherent in answer to that information, too, and...

After a moment of quiet seething at the discomfort, he eases himself back down, reaching up to swipe away what water he can from his hood without turning it down. ]

...Uh. [ He'll just. Clear his throat, pull the hood taut at either side, and. Settle. ]

Right, so that line of inquiry isn't useful. Currently. ... How much of this place have you seen, or been told about by others? [ You saw nothing. ]