"Zoya," she offers almost automatically. She's used to people in Ravka, Fjerda, and even Ketterdam being familiar with her name, but she doubts it'll be the same here. She's unsure how she feels about that.

There are a multitude of questions she wishes to ask. Is this world really in peril? How many people have been recruited to assist against their will? How the hell do they go home?

But instead, she opts for one she's not quite sure she wants the answer to.

"How long is 'a while'?"

The men hadn't so much as blinked when she had wanted to assist. 'Summoned' was a word she understood to mean her. How many Summoned were there, and just how familiar were these people with them?