"When I first started to, I did; but eventually it became difficult to keep track of what name I'd chosen for what world, and why I'd chosen it," she explains as she slides into the passenger seat, smiling a thank you when he'd opened her door for her. "Vengerberg works well enough if I need a surname to blend in. Most strangers will accept you so long as you don't overstep their social customs, I've found; and if anyone became a little too curious about me, it was simple enough to use magic to deter them from scrutinizing further." Which was what they'd discussed she do here as well, should anyone they cross paths with start to ask too many questions about her presence here.

She's looking over at him while she's talking, but once she finishes she takes a moment to glance at their surroundings - trying to get a sense of where they might be, and if there are any security cameras nearby.

"It's quite beautiful," she comments, impressed by the green and lush environment. "Why this particular island though?" she asks, turning to look at him once more. "Does the climate suit the animals best?"