[ It’s an answer predictable enough that there’s barely a beat after her agreement that he starts to reach into his pack to grab some of his modest supplies. It’s more akin to a ration, and as he hands it to Sieglinde, it comes with an apology. ]

I am sorry, Miss Sullivan. It is not quite my usual offerings, but I hope it will do.

[ Truly, alas, she can’t have one of Sebastian’s lavish feasts to fill her stomach. That may come later, with any luck. As he closes the pack again to keep its contents secure, the question does give him a brief pause. It might be more troubling if they hadn’t just had a conversation about lost time, but it’s still strange that she would not know. It’s slightly difficult for even him to wrap his head around. ]

Well… Goodness. Before I explain, may I first ask? What is the last thing you remember from home?