Meja glances up at Balthazar, taking in his appearance, before taking measure of her own with a slightly embarrassed smile. "I suppose people find generals because of all of the shiny things attached to them," she jokes quietly, getting to her feet. She hasn't been in her position long enough to become fully comfortable with it. Lucky for her, then, that she'll have longer than most to try.

"That's..." She looks up, toward the ceiling which seems to glow more than the rest of the enormous space. "Yggdrasil. The last time she spoke to me. It's a more... metaphorical way of communication."

She can't help but be disappointed that the message isn't a new one. Perhaps Yggdrasil truly cannot reach her, here.

"You didn't have any trouble finding me, I see."