She nods as she follows him. Considering he's the one who isn't fresh off the boat, he's the one who knows where they're going. A brief interruption to have a map and some sort of technological device pressed on her by one of the greeters aside.

"Is this--is this paper?" Etain asks a little incredulously after pocketing the whatever and taking a closer look at the map, still following him. She was rapidly getting the feeling this place was far behind in technological development, considering they should have had at least flimiplast.