She listens, and in that way, she is rewarded for her patience. Piotr is at the best of time, a man of a few words, and she is happy to hear them just for that alone. But there is more to it, she is still learning this planet, its customs, its habits. Careful and slow, she tries not to give the full force of that. Her eyes lowered to her food, nodding as needed, her bites still small.

"I did the same, in the battle of Gwalior." She offers in return, breaking another piece of the dry biscuit off, between her fingers. Holding it a moment. "The second day of what would become five, I sent my son with my closest -" english, rani, and she hovers on the word for him, rather than the language of her memories. "- guards woman. I knew as it stretched on and we became more entrenched, it would impossible to get anyone out."