Phaedra felt tired, suddenly. It was very draining to be speaking to someone who had no idea what was going on.... at all. She took it for granted that people should know things, that perhaps everyone had had the lifespan she had.
All she could do was blink, somewhat sympathetically. If her newfound mustard-hating friend here wasn't going to ask her specific questions about what she did not understand, Phaedra was not even-tempered enough to just begin explaining.
So what, what now...
"Do you have a place to stay?"
Her mouth had moved, yes. But it seemed as though it had not. She drew herself up and stood. "There are hotels. Inns. Perhaps the best thing to do now is find a base of operations."