She listens to the explanation he gives and it strikes a chord deep down into her bones. A familiar concept for a Suli girl who grew up with no solid rooted home, unwelcome in so many spaces despite the history of her people extending far beyond the countries raised in their land. There's a flash of something distinctly... haunted at the mention of slave ships, her eyes dropping to her feet briefly.

After a moment, she lifts her gaze back to him once more, "I think perhaps you and I have a lot more in common than we know," she says simply, nodding at his parting words. "See you..." she murmurs softly.