"Gods bless you! I'm alright now that you're all here," the old woman assures her. "He's not my grandson though. We just met here on the transport. I can't believe they think he'd make a good mine worker, but then again they think old ladies like me will."

Atom tries to poke his head out from behind the lady without letting go of the bars just yet- that can wait until the door is opened. It's a little awkward but it'll do. They have to raise their voices to be heard over the sound of the battle outside any way.

"I was brought to this world through the mirror," he explains, hoping that the mirrors are common enough knowledge that it will make sense.