She turned to face the strange woman, pretty and dressed in a scandalously short shift, with her calves on display. She seemed friendly, and faintly surprised to see her, so presumably she had nothing to do with her presence here. Unless it was an act. That was possible too, she supposed.
"Yes, I speak French... Hello," she replied in French. "Yes I am new, I think. Where are we, exactly? How did I end up here... have I been kidnapped or am I dreaming?" This place was strange and she instinctively clutched her son to her, fearful of the danger that they could both be in.