She watched him for a moment before lowering her eyes to the floor and speaking. "I am Anne-Marie. Like you I've found myself here however I know nothing of travel." Her fingers rose to her collar which spelled out her name clearly on the copper plate. She wore what she was but she knew, that in this place, it meant nothing.

"You are a traveler." Her eyes rose to meet his. "What makes you travel?"

It felt like such a simple question but Marie had a feeling that he'd ignore it, just as he had with the question of his age.