"The lord ship of John." She says stating her boss's name. It was the closest thing she had to a lordship, unless the president was a valid answer. "And Atlanta is in the New World. The one I came from. I'm here to learn of yours in hope to make mine a better place." She tries recalling the mission statement of her job. Something along those lines. 

A better place; this was definitely not turning out to be one. 
"Who are you?"