[ She reads the flicker in his expression, but doesn't know him well enough to understand whether or not it's uncommon. As it is, she finds it almost familiar — she can be the same, particularly under more professional circumstances (which this is not, but meeting the friend of a friend is always a curious experience to navigate). ]

Olympia? [ She exhales softly, thinking. ] I was in the first wave of refugees — as they call us — along with John and it was the first place any of us settled after our... arrival. [ "Crash landing" would be a better phrase. ] People found jobs, homes, friends. When we were evacuated to Wyver for a time, some took a liking to it and remained; and although it was certainly interesting there, I chose to return north as soon as we were able. I'd already begun to build a life there and I wasn't keen on starting over.

[ She gestures to the displays, careful to use her left hand instead of aggravating the injury to her right. ]

It's more familiar. It isn't London or New York, but there's enough of a similarity that finding your footing isn't difficult. It has the structure of a proper city. Not that Wyver doesn't — it's not uncivilised but it is less rigid. What some might consider lawlessness, others might call a sense of freedom unparalleled by Olympia. [ She huffs out a breath and glances askance at him and admits, more lightly, ] But honestly, I couldn't abide climate. It's too bloody tropical by far.