Yes, sometimes things got lost on her. But she had been responding best she could, giving the truth. She wouldn't know if anything was remarkable that she picked up, so she could not give Entia the information he deserved. “Fun poison?” she echoes, tilting her head "so, like, recreational drugs?" She wasn't as naive as she looked. Willoughby knew what drugs were. She wasn't stupid.
Entia went on to explain he was just wandering, remarking she had more of a goal than he did. The vagabond chuckled, shaking her head. “Learning is a goal” she was opinionated on that statement though “you are not from Novus, Entia? If you aren't, and you want to learn what you can... it is a goal, yes?” because she had the same goal. She wanted to know about her new residence.
“But before Novus, I was wandering places I didn't really pay attention to” she admits softly “some had names. Some did not. I don't exactly know where I was born, since my parents never told me.”
