Hercules starts out thinking everyone is a friend, unless they're part of his family in which case he regards them with as much suspicion as a Roman Emperor. Friend until proven otherwise, basically.

"It is Philadelphia. I recognize it. The City of Brotherly Love indeed," Herc replies after taking back his hand. Turning about, he regards the street with a somber expression that clashes with the jovial music from earlier.

"Any idea what happened here? Or was it this way when you arrived, Dixon?"