It's an odd sensation being in a place where he doesn't know where he stands. Worse, not knowing where it is he wants to stand in this world. He had been so young when his path in Ketterdam had been laid out before him. No there is no reputation, no club and Dregs to back him, nothing but who he is.

Which isn't the same as who he wants people to know. That us the balance of him figuring out just where he is. Something he could have considered before someone found him straining with his damaged leg on the streets of the city.

That she hasn't pointed out his troubles, nor made attempts to try and convince him to sit down or any manner of means of trying to convince him to take it easier on himself is winning points in his favor.

That she changes the subject as if she hadn't found him in that state means even more.

"I find it hard to considered myself summoned as much as kidnapped. You?"

It's almost a challenge, assuming that if she had fallen for their join the Army spiel she wouldn't be out here exploring like he is. He nods though at the question.

"The Sarstina. I know people who work there and have made their home there. I'd trust it over most places here." He pauses, knowing he could leave it at that and go. Instead of lets out a sharp breath. "I can show you where it is?"