"I wouldn't expect any ship to be this large. Or have legs. Or speak. Or have some kind of metal servants. I don't know how so much metal would float, either--someone told me it was magic?" She shakes her head. "You could outfit an army with a single room here, I've no idea how one even acquires so much metal. Or works it so perfectly smooth and even in such spans. Had they armies of blacksmiths?" She shrugs a little, helplessly. "I didn't even realize it was metal, at first, because it... didn't occur to me that a wall might be made of metal. And it was all covered in mold and plants, I suppose, to be fair."

The way he cuts himself off... she isn't going to ask. There are certainly things she doesn't enjoy speaking of.