[ She holds her ground when he leans forward, nodding her head once to agree that she is, indeed, a human. ]

I'm human. We ended up on the wrong side of the river at night.

[ And her parents had complicated matters, and things had been frightening, but she'd had support and friends and her own self to rely on to get them all through and not, you know, served for dinner. Or lose her name forever. Or be stuck forever and have her parents eaten.

... Anyway, it makes the focal point of so many different people from different times ending up in one place, similar but also so very different from the bath house, something to capture her imagination. ]

Mm! I'll pay attention. I'm a fast learner.

[ Not said as a boast, but as a statement of intent: a look of determination flits across her features, because she won't allow herself to be slow in the attempt of learning. ]

I guess this painting isn't odd enough to be a way out though, huh?