Jacob nods. A woman in charge of the tribe. It's not all that strange to him, as there's a Queen of England on the throne, but he wonders why they don't let women do more things back home. "Women aren't even allowed to vote, when I come from."

He sits down properly now, cross-legged. "I grew up in a little town, south of London. It wasn't..." He gestures to the longhouse, "It wasn't quite like this. Father had one of the nicer houses, because he was the schoolmaster. There was a maid and a housekeeper. We didn't share the house with anyone else. It was better when we lived with my grandmother."

Although he barely remembers that.