Gangs sound an awful like mercenaries. Or maybe she's conflating and romanticizing them based on knowing Byleth; either way a group taking care of one another is something she's familiar with and for what isn't the first time she's glad to hear that Wylan isn't here alone without people to look after him.

The quiet rumble of her stomach cuts her off from what she's about to say next, and if she's being perfectly honest, it probably wasn't that important anyway considering how hungry she is. "I'd love to learn more about Ketterdam if you aren't too busy being a Leosylph cushion. We could maybe go get some tea or something to eat? I forgot what time it was and I'm going to waste away at this rate!"