[Wanda manages a small, shallow curtsy in response to his bow, deciding that even if she does it poorly she'll at least have tried the same as she did the dance. She half expects him to part ways now, having shared in small talk and little else, but instead he draws her attention to the refreshment table. She nods in acceptance of the wordless invitation, and joins him off to the side of the table.

She grabs a glass and the pitcher of water, before holding it up, offering it to him if he'd like the first glass.]

Yes, eastern Europe. South-west of Poland, if that helps at all. [They could look at a map later, if he'd like.] I'm used to some people from outside of Europe not being as familiar with it, but to think that it might not even exist in some realities is unsettling.

[Whether it's more or less unsettling than seeing it destroyed before her eyes is up for debate.]

Perhaps as much as hearing your Nassau called a former pirate haven. I'm sorry.