Nervously nestling with her hands, she avoids eye contact. Ave Domus... Domi.. Domum? Obviously struggling with the Roman language, she can't have been in the empire for a long time already. She keeps staring at the floor and tries to keep as much distance as possible between you two without daring to move. Finally she pulls herself together and raises her voice again, sounding meekly. What ... happens now, Roman? How long... when can I go back into my homeland? There is a desperate, but faint hope in her voice.