[That was... well. Maybe it wasn't good, because it meant that there were others in the group potentially just as scared and miserable as she was, but. At least to have some camaraderie in it...]

My world is...

[If this was two weeks ago she wouldn't have been able to answer the question. She's never had to describe her situation, because... everyone was in it. Awkwardly, she shuffles slightly, hooves clattering on the metal walkways with a wince.]

It doesn't have "electricity" or "phones" or "skyscrapers"-

[Words she says as if she has marbles in her mouth, still unused to them- let alone the concept of how they even work.]

I'm from a farming village in the mountains... I work at a lumber yard-

[Nothing that prepared her for this.

At all.]