[She rolls her eyes, starting to twist her braid up into a kind of bun at the nape of her neck. It's not how she'd choose to wear it, but it's something to do with her hands, and besides, if she knots it up enough, it might not fall out of its braid immediately.]

Sure. And a cell's a cell, wherever it might be.

But wherever it might be may still matter. In what land? In what world? Where is it that ye'd say ye are, in relation to what that name can bring 'ee?

'Cause I know for damn sure we ain't in Mejis, and if they can bring me here, there's naught in any world to say we're anywhere ye'd be known, either.