Greta glances down at their two animals. The conversation they're carrying on is fairly ridiculous, but, strangely, it puts her at ease. If the raven isn't so bad, Asmodia must not be, either. Which is an odd conclusion in and of itself, but for the moment, Greta's inclined to trust it.

"I was, yes," she replies. "It was still Earth, I think, but another country, and a... a very different time period." It's hard not to wince at the thought of just how displaced she was. Then again, she doesn't have a tail, so perhaps she's farther ahead of the curve than she'd realized. "I take it you're not from Earth, then?"