A third of the world is covered by the howling maelstrom that was born a century ago. It is not ordinarily a place you'd find people surviving, but sometimes things appear in it. Strange things - otherworldly things - brought into the mist of a howling storm of cloudy dust and wind that blows in whichever direction it wants.
"Right, but I will only need privacy temporarily. You could go sit somewhere Saffron can see you during a matinee show or something, and then meet up with me again afterwards."
"Well, I don't think I'm going to spring tomorrow so we have some time to think about it but I can't stop it from happening at some point soon."
"No, she's got guards backing her up and anyway I'm not actually a good shot, I'm purely posturing with the gun. But for the same reason I can't stop her if she decides to kidnap you in the first place."
"It doesn't have to be her, she's just around and demonstrably hasn't decided to take you yet."
Then Pelape will do her best at correlating English sounds and spellings in some systematically learnable way.
Pelape has no idea what the human developmental stages for this might be so she's neither impressed nor concerned.
She is staring wide-eyed at one particular balding man who is serving himself scrambled eggs. She doesn't respond to Pelape.