She'd gathered more or less she was where the refuse ended up. Based on the scent, the sounds. It wasn't so different from some of New Orleans, the parts she ended up in while looking to help people. Far away from where she grew up, and the people who traded lives for power without regret.

"I guess this is the part where I sign up for the revolution." She sounded pretty pleased that this is where she was. Not a hint of hesitation in the words.

Did she want to? Well, yes. She didn't like that it was needed, but an empire kidnapping people and working them to death was as hopeless as it came. And in the back of her head that sort of hopelessness needed her. A girl whose power was hope, in all its forms. "So, awkward question, but I'm curious. What exactly are you?"