She was going through the locations of all of her notes, starting with the ones on Thurisaz-- under the toaster, and she'd have to relocate them before the old thing fried itself out and set them aflame-- and continuing with the family tree spawned from Zeus' trysts alone-- it was simultaneously impressive and disturbing-- and Saga would have kept silently listing them, until her new companion decided to be more conversational than he'd first appeared.

"You're right," she replied, then amended a split-second later, "this particular city though, not too long. It's only been about a year. Still, I guess that's more than you can say, huh?"

If there was something to be said for Saga's sense of direction (other than that it was pretty lousy), it was that she never forgot how to get home. Her feet would wind up taking her there, almost unconsciously.

The girl almost seemed distracted now, even if she did enjoy the occasional bit of chatter. She'd have some researching to do, but to do that would be rude to her guest... hopefully he'd be understanding. For the time being, she'd just do what she always did.

"So, are you a coffee or a tea person? Cider, maybe?"