As the man awoke, Naia scrunched her nose up slightly at the smell, though only for a second. She looked at the man as he spoke, listening intently to every word he said, already formulating a response.

“Oh, sorry, I was just looking at the lantern, I guess I forgot I was holding it,” she said as she put the lantern on the ground next to her, “Actually, sir, I’m not, um, ‘Palla’. I actually have no idea how I got in your tent, I just woke up here. I was hoping you could help me and, um, maybe tell me where I am?” All the talking she was having to do was making her nervous. She knew there was no way around it if she wanted to know what was going on, but that didn’t make her any less uncomfortable, the nervousness evident on her face. The man seemed friendly enough, but that was most likely because he had thought she was somebody else.

Briefly wondering if perhaps the cause of his mix-up was poor eyesight, though not coming to a conclusion on that thought, she subconsciously adjusted the glasses adorning her face. Another thought flitted across her mind, that she should clean the lenses of her glasses when she had a free moment, and she hoped she would be able to find a cloth, but she quickly tucked that thought away for later. She needed to focus on the matter at hand.