"I don't think you should apologise. I never thought there'd be another place like the one that I know."

And it brings her comfort, in a way, to share it. There are people from home here that she knows, some better than others, but with how this world has brought them in, Zoya had felt adrift. Now, she doesn't feel so lost.

"But the Phoenix is…" She presses her teeth together and clucks her tongue as she eyes the sky above. The sky isn't any different from the one she knows from home, but she has to reorient herself. The company is different. The grass isn't the same. She could be lying upside down instead.

"That very thin cloud looks like a bird," she says with a light laugh, pointing up at the sky.