"Everything's confusing here anyway. I don't really expect anything to make sense anymore." Weirdly enough as she got better at that, everything was getting a lot less stressful. It seemed like the problem wasn't actually that she was on her third straight month of the most epic culture shock ever, more that expectations and reality just didn't mix. It was like experimenting with food, putting two things together and finding out way too late that there was a reason they didn't come together to start with. (She'd done that more than once at the Citadel. Peter tended to find it hilarious.)
Killing time, at least, she understood. She did a lot of that herself - it was usually what led to things like the ketchup on ice cream incident.
"I grew up in Transia. -In south-east Europe," she added, because even in her own world people often didn't know where she was talking about. (No, she was not Russian, Transia had never been part of the USSR, and it was nowhere near Czechia. Transylvania was a slightly more understandable mistake.) "My parents lived on Mount Wundagore."