Oh dear. She looked at him in confusion, as his words had meant nothing to her.
"My name is Briseis," she continued, speaking slower, hoping that perhaps he'd simply been surprised and that was why he'd spoken a different language. "I just awakened here today. I'm trying to find my way to the - " She paused, looking for a word that might be appropriate in this case. "To the...camp?" She didn't like using the word, as it reminded her too much of the battlefield camps where she'd spent far too much time in the past few years, even though she knew this would be very, very different. Arva had promised her that it would be.
She looked at him unblinkingly for a moment, looking for any sign of comprehension. He had beautiful eyes. And lovely hair. And to her, wearing your hair long was not so very strange at all. Many men did it. Achilles had.
'I - by the gods, you don't understand me, do you?"