Rosalia heard someone else call to her - in English, thank god - and she followed the voice. He'd told her not to freak out, and certainly, she didn't, or not overtly. She was still startled to see what looked like a humanoid turtle in front of her, like something out of a cartoon come to life. She flinched back a little, before straightening up again and ducking behind the planter with him. Still, she sounded a little nervous when she answered.

"Um. No-no idea. Looks like Japan or something. A-are you some kind of ork?" If this was Japan, why wouldn't he hide? They didn't like anyone different over there - over here if she was right.