
Pasha blinked at her. Ah yes, right as he was thinking it. At least he didn't have to try and figure out a way to ask; at the very least she was upfront, if not a big vague. She had died but was somehow still here. Immune to death? A ghost? He himself was a bit of the latter, functionally immortal in the sense that he couldn't die of conventional means since taking on his title.
"You were brought here, correct?" There was very little other means to get here. "I understand. Partially, at least. I came here freely, but likely for only a little while." At least he'd be upfront about it to her. Anastasia's parents had been some very good friends of his, and he wouldn't bring himself to lie to their daughter.
He gestured for her to keep walking and he soon began to head down the sidewalk to the market himself.