The reaction is almost immediate, and she makes note of it as she takes in his clothing and accent. She won't ask, not until she has more information, but she has to wonder if he's from the same era and even crew as the other ancient sailors she's seen here.

"Of course," she says with a nod, followed by one of the deep, wet coughs she can't escape. Ducking her head to cough into the tall folds of her scarf rather than the open air, she mutters under her wheezing breath in frustration. Why couldn't she have been trapped somewhere with actual modern medicine?