[It's a dizzying array of questions, and something about the general thrust of them feels... off. Not in a way that puts OA ill at ease, exactly, but it's a peculiar way of processing the transition to a new world, this brightness. It isn't even that this newcomer can't be that chipper after finding herself spirited away to a strange new place, just that it seems unlikely, like it must be a defence mechanism, though how conscious it is is unclear.

Maybe that's projection. OA's suspicion is well-earned, but not by this person she's barely met.]

I don't know how many exactly. A few dozen at least, probably closer to a hundred. We come and go, and resources can be difficult to come by.

[That seems like the most useful information -- or at least it aligns most neatly with her own preoccupations -- and so she offers it first, giving a little nod of the head towards the path back up to the street. Speaking of coming and going -- shall we?]

I've covered a lot of the street level, I'm not sure what percentage exactly. Forty, maybe; it's hard to measure. But it's... there's a lot of verticality; the city is huge and a lot of it is above or under the ground. Brandt Square might be a good place to start, or maybe the street markets.

[A beat, and then, gently:]

You're not troubled by all of this? You don't have to tell me, I know that's personal, but I'm... it's okay if you are, it's a lot to take in. We've all been through it. You don't have to process alone.