"Ganieda. Pretty name," he mused as he shook her hand. "Aren't you a little young to be out here alone? Big city can swallow you whole." That could mean so many things here in this place. "As in you just arrived from abroad or some mystically stupid vortex picked you up and dropped you here?" To most, being asked about a vortex would seem strange. For him to ask that kind of question was as normal as asking what her favorite color was.