[Of course he'd ask where she's from. In hindsight, Alice isn't sure why she expected anything different--they're making small talk, at least ostensibly, and given what she's offered so far it's a reasonable follow-up question.

She doesn't have it in her to lie to him, particularly since he seems to be evaluating her somehow. And even if she did, she wouldn't be able to lie convincingly; Solvunn and Thorne are places she's merely heard about, stories that are light on details besides they are different from us, and you are safe here. Throne, especially, has come up in conversation between soldiers in the barracks that are quickly shushed once they notice her presence. Something about refugees.]

Worlds away.

[It's an admission, spoken with just a touch of sheepishness, but she keeps her eye contact with him as she elaborates.]

I was pulled through some sort of magical portal. When I say I'm adjusting, I'm afraid I mean that I am adjusting to nearly everything, not just the culture of another city. I have no idea if my story is even considered exceptional or if it's something that happens often here. if it's the former... I must sound mad to you. I'm sorry, if so.