"No, I mean István," Shahrzad insisted, shaking her head. "I speak other languages too. The tongue of the Empire is Meth and Roman, of course. Everyone of the Outer speaks it." That confused her. They didn't speak Roman? Only English?
She sighed, a little crestfallen. She had no idea where she was and how she was going to return to István. She didn't even know how she got here.
"Thank you for trying. You're very kind," the Methuselah smiled at her again. "I'm the Countess of Babylon, Shahrzad Al-Rahman. It's nice to meet you!"