In all honesty, since arriving, Zoya has no idea what anyone's talking about anymore.

This is the first time where she understands the conversation completely. She almost confuses herself into believing she's back in Ravka, talking to one of her friends. How many times had she entertained herself with stories about vanity when all there ever was was war, war, and war?

She furrows her brows and softens what could be misconstrued for sharpness with her smile.

"Would you trust snake oil from a universe you've been kidnapped to?" she asks with good humour.