She beams at that, her eyes going big and wide, "really?"

Because she tried, as much and as often as she could, to understand, to help to talk to them in ways that were more familiar to them. To help them in turn with the things that weren't familiar in terms that actually made sense. Unfortunately, sometimes, she just couldn't quite - grasp it. Misery, she understood. The almost pointless fight, she knew too. But sometimes it felt like something was going over her head.

"Okay. Yes. Definitely. But we have to swap. You show me London," particular, Lon-Don. Trying to say it exactly like he did. "I'll show you Pandora."