Still looking sheepish, and used to being upfront about it, Meja nods. "I was a little... confused."

She figures that's not a strange thing, at all, here. But it seems that no harm had been done, which is good. Looking at Sam, she notices that he, too, has one of the devices around the wrist. It seems to be a theme, around here. The Valkyrie glances toward town, wondering what the real purpose of them is — trackers, perhaps? It's been such a very long time since she's had to think, or worry, about technology.

"I sort of... just woke up here."

Thankfully, her situation has been as explained as it can be. Now she just has the slightly awkward predicament of... living here, potentially for a while, until an escape can be made.