Cultural differences varied from country to country. There were times, Myka worried that Pete would make locating and snagging an artifact that much harder. Growing up in a bookstore had given her the instincts needed to try to adapt in situations. Pete usually meant well but more often than naught his good intentions led them down a slipper slope. A slope in which they were scrutinized further. But for Padme the situation was all the more different. Myka's recollection of the films knew that it wasn't as simple as cultural differences. This was an entirely new way of life for the other woman.
At the mention of not having read the classics, the nerd in Myka perked up. When it came to books she was well knowledgeable and could offer suggestions to Padme. It wasn't often that she bonded with others. Choosing to keep to herself more than anything else. "I can recommend a few classics that I particularly love." Myka said all ready beginning to compile a short list. At the question about where she was from, Myka faltered. Did the rules of the Warehouse applied now that they were here? She still had her one, that one person that she could share her world with. Myka shook her head slightly. Padme had said "as a whole," so it was a question that could be revisited at a later date. "It's very much like the city in some regards."