Ursula was a bit in shock at the very presence of everything around her, totally speechless at the marvels of architecture and technology that was before her. The ship in itself was impressive but this was beyond anything the Scythian could have imagined from her Iron Age home. Seemingly out of focus while the Basileus was speaking, she snapped back in after the others began to discuss why they were here and what exactly the heartless were. 

Oh, right, the heartless, that was what they called the Masses. 

"We do not mean to interupt," herself still speaking in Scythian, but every word she said understandable to the others by way of the Megatome's language barrier crossing telepathy sworcery. "Back home we called these creepy things Masses. Other Scythians say that they are the dark thoughts of people who escape the land of dreams to make the living suffer. You can't kill them, at least not normally, the only way to get rid of them is to banish them to another part of the world with super powerful sworcery or with this thing for some reason." She said, referencing her lunar styled keyblade. "We have been able to slay more than a few of our share of masses with this."