"Ah, you are come from... other world?" Natalya said, moving to sit on a low, mossy rock, tucking one heel beside her knee and leaning back on her hands, after absently- or seemingly absently- setting the long slender canvas bundle slung over her shoulder to rest leaning against the rock off to one side.

"This I am seeing. You no are alone in this. Even being from the Earth, as is- yes, Russia is there, I am of Earth- is many peoples being from Earths are not the same. Is same world, different in histories. Events are change, so what comes after also is changed. As you are notice, this language, no is my... first." She smiled a little, abashed despite her general air of confidence.

"Most people they are speaking- like you. Where your home is?"