Phaedra really didn't know what the name meant, either. She half expected the place to be all neon signs when Harry'd told her about it.
She arched an eyebrow and considered the question, sitting down on the edge of the fountain as well, legs out in front of her, black boots crossed at the ankle.
"I'm Roma. We don't really have a nation outside of ourselves. But I was born somewhere in or around Germany."
She could still see it. The camp. Her brothers. All of it. Like it wasn't centuries ago. Perfect and clear.
"But just before coming here, I was in Pennsylvania. My job recently has been to be a bodyguard, and my charge had reason to come here."
This was a gross over-simplification, but adding in much more about York and the Gates, or Lindsey and his disappearance, or even the paranormal might be too much for this woman.