[ Not much surprises Camellia after so long in Libretto but this girl's response, visibly, does. She blinks once, then twice and straightens herself up a bit as a smile that's hard to read warms her face. ]

No, it's not. [ She thinks, but doesn't say, not quite. ] I think it's somewhere quite different from what you might have been taught to expect.

[ Even the ones who'd come here knowing what they were and where they were fleeing from – not one of them has ever expected a place like Libretto.

After a moment, Camellia offers her hand. ]

Come with me. I can explain everything.