For a while Nephthys was silent, wishing that she had a drink in front of her to use as a distraction as well. But her hands were empty and eventually she lifted her eyes to look at him again. "How long have you been in America?"
Her own early years here had been a nightmare, brought over with mortal slaves and then made one herself. She hoped that Set had fared better in this land than she. He had always been stronger than her.