...you were one of the ones from another world, then?

[Fiore was probably not meant to go to that particular labor camp, being a local. She'd run into quite a few people who didn't even have the context to speak with each other, let alone her, but this dragon-kin lady had obviously been here long enough based on the...injuries she has. Fiore's thoughts immediately go to what she could have done to help her out, even though she wasn't in the prison long enough to meet her, and was also a prisoner herself.]

I like that bit of poetry.