After a day or so in their number, Tony's starting to get used to the idea that he's surrounded by all kinds of people -- not only his fellow dimensional castaways, but also the townsfolk, some of whom seem to be pretty familiar with the crowd as they come and go from the boarding house. With her dress and the unfamiliar lilt of her accent, he supposes the woman with the fabric in her arms is one of the latter, until she claims otherwise.

He blinks a little at the curtsey, then the bit he doesn't know how to parse -- did she say daughtersey? -- and arrives in the end still confused about whether she's a local or not.

"Uh," he starts. "No, I actually thinking about doing something about that. Can you recommend somewhere?"