"Ohhh," she says in response, her tone lilting both higher and lower before the word trails off. She has no idea what a TV show is, but maybe now isn't really the best time to ask. After all, there are more important things, like how she can get home to marry Prince Edward.
A little smile touches her lips and she looks down at her hands, the fingertips of one gingerly running over the scrapes on the other, a thoughtful expression taking over the smile. She's never had her skin broken like that before. "Yes, I think so..." she says. "Hmm..."
"Everyone kept yelling at me to move or ignoring me. Someone almost trampled me with a cart that went all by itself with no horses!" she exclaims. "It is something! It really is, I appreciate it so, so much. You're very kind, good sir," she gushes on. "Andalasia? In the Enchanted Forest?"
She stops short though when he goes on to explain what the LA means, a soft gasp overtaking her and her face lights up as she moves her hands, pressing them together with her fingertips to her lips. "Oh my goodness! You have angels in your land?! Oh, that's so wonderful!"