At least whoever she's found seems friendly and knowledgeable. No sign of hostility and a chance at answers are greatly appreciated. Rosethorn's eyes narrow at the phrase 'old world,' lips pressing together in a frown.

Everything else is met impassively as she tries to piece together the situation, no changes of expression. Duke ended with more of a statement than a question, and Rosethorn responds with a grimace of her own. "I suppose that's obvious enough. I'd like to know where here is and what precisely you meant by 'old world.' "