Oh. Of course he'd ask her that. Rosh huffed out a sigh as she began to walk away from the Great Hall. Assuming she wasn't stopped, she'd just meander around the grounds--that was safer than going out to the city, she figured. For now, anyway.

"I dinna know. I live in the United States--'round Pittsburgh way, was fixin' to set up a pie shop there. One minute I'm futzin' about in me shop, an' I straighten up from sweepin' and find myself over there." Back in the Great Hall, according to her gesture.

And her prisoner wasn't offering anything. Then again, he wouldn't. It'd take bargaining. And always, he wanted out. Fat chance.

"Ye got any clue how you got here?" It couldn't be the same as her, right?