"Not really. Sorry, I know it's not much." Her brow furrowed in something like concern and she shuffled the emptying pack of gum in her hand as if gauging its remaining supply before she tucked it away in her pocket. Arno. That was -- Dutch? Or German. Not a name she'd ever come across before.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry you've been brought here. I think... most of us would go back if we were given the chance."