She hesitates when she sees him looking at her hands, and though she wants to keep them hidden, she instead turns her left hand over, letting him see the mark on her palm. She'd noticed it some time ago, even if she still had no idea what it was.

"I'm from... well, England, originally, but I was in my dormitory in Scotland when I-... got here. I still don't know how. I still think I might be sleepwalking. But after almost having my eyes pecked out by a dozen birds, I don't know how much longer I could think that."

Meeting his eyes imploringly, she allowed herself to be hopeful since he seemed to know where to look and softly asked, "I don't suppose you could help me find my way back, could you?"