"A little." Thank you for the out, you wonderful man!
She tries to focus on his reply, instead. "London. The city where you have a job and a place to live. Right?" She thinks she heard correctly.
Sereda, for now, just tries to get her ears to adjust. The noise is astounding, not for its volume but its nature. She's used to Orzammar, with the chatting in the streets, the roar of forges and harsh metallic sounds of axes and hammers. This place has street chatter, but it's punctuated by the gurgling hell of what she guesses are the self-propelled carriages he mentioned. At least the chatter sounds average. The people here seem to speak like the humans of Ferelden - even the accents are similar.
She hopes he has a room where it's quieter, so she can actually sleep at night.