Outside to be outside? Simmaeri gives a faint hum of thought, turning the phrase over in her mind. Her face mimicked some of the warmth he himself had expressed to her in his reply, comfortable with the thin air of polite kindness.

"Few can hear when I am inside," she explained, mildly, methodically. Some words she had gotten from one kind of voice, others from another. It was a patchwork of influences, her English, but none of it said faltering. Even in their strange cadences in places, it was always with a comfort and certainty in what she said.

"When I raise my voice out here...it will go far. It will reach ears of peoples who listen." Her head tilted a little as she smiled, giving a quick, appraising glance up and down. "As you have come. Yes?"