Funnily enough, Furina doesn't know what France is either "That is good," Furina says, deeply relieved--to her knowledge, they have as of yet found no medical supplies aboard (though she imagines that, if there ever were any, they have long lost the good fight to the damp), and she doesn't know that any among their number are healers; not of those she has personally encountered, at least. She thinks. Given that the rain pours without cease...keeping a wound dry and clean would be very difficult to do. "Alas, there is little to be done about the wet. There are some places scattered about that are more sheltered...but I have yet to find somewhere truly dry. Beyond that, though, the only real danger we have faced here thus far are the hallucinations."

She doesn't claim that they will remain the only danger. She is not that foolish, and hopes that this man, too, has at least that much sense.

"But forgive me, monsieur, for erring on due courtesy. I am Furina de Fontaine; may I have the pleasure of your name?"