"I suspect there's a number of older... dimension travelers doing the same." Refugees is the word she wants to use. It's the one she uses in the quiet of her mind, day in and out, defining how they're both separate and part of this landscape they're tenuously holding on to.

She focuses on reading how he moves to move as well, staying light on her feet, keeping her weight supported by herself. The music is unfamiliar but nice, louder than the day to day music that suffuses everything around them. Having a break from the background noise for something inviting movement is a welcome distraction.

"How long have you been on world?"