A flower field. It doesn't take him even a moment to realize it's not Beatrice's garden of golden flowers, or that it's a place he has never been in before. At least that he remembers.

Primo stands among the flowers calmly, a presence that is there and yet doesn't seem to fit, because there's no way he can fit in any world. He takes notice of the young woman and of her question. He has no idea where she's from or what she's talking about, yet he had no trouble giving his own opinion regarding what the answer could be. "Are you sure that matters here?"