[Well, it's a step up from Harrenhal, at least. Although it's not much of one. It's bigger, and being a bird is better than being a mouse, but this place isn't right. Especially if people are walking through time to get here. Just trying to wrap her mind around it is making her head hurt.

The girl regards Natasha carefully, inwardly impressed with the fact that she isn't being treated as a child or a helpless little girl. Aside from the crouch, at least, but that's just height. But the seriousness reminds her of people in the north, in a way, and it's an odd kind of relief. Still, she's cautious.]

My name is Cat. [For now.] You don't have to show me around, but where can I find the food?

[Beat.] And I don't care about the clothes.