[All right. So the girl's mundane (the hell kind of a word is that, anyway?) knows something about him. Or the girl does and is pushing the information off on this supposed mundane, though that's getting too tangled to bother with and Willard figures he's better off taking her word on this.

From the jungle, straight to... Inconsistency. Instability. Or maybe just something inexplicable.]

That sure is a list. [It's almost like listening to someone reel off the names of top-ranking officers, though he isn't about to offer any such review in response. He doesn't want to think the names, let alone start spreading them around here. If this is a new space, somehow, he'd rather keep those names out of it. Maybe - probably not, probably the idea's ridiculous and ill-advised, the product of a mind in lingering shock - maybe this is a chance to live without any of that hanging on him. The thought almost offers a breath, a flicker of light.]

Never heard of the Narrow Sea, honey. Or the Seven Kingdoms. I don't think it's something we need to worry about. [Not something he needs to worry about. If she's really looking for her father, though...]

I don't suppose your... whoever it is knows where we are now?