She eats one of the new ones without comment, only a slightly raised eyebrow. Well, not much comment. "Your way of saying haili cetare?"

She considers what to do for a moment, finishing the potato wedge. "I think helping me find where I'm staying would be good. Give me time to let things sink in."

Have a good cry in private. Particularly when she finds the datachip full of pictures and her son's toy. Not that she knows about either of those yet.