I'm not American, squire. Not everyone knows who's banging who in the Senate.

[ She's playing up her ignorance, truth be told; she reads the news enough to at least know who makes headlines in the States. "Embry Moore" rings exactly no bells. She feels like she'd remember a name like "Embry," or those cheekbones, if she'd seen them somewhere before. ]

Landed gentry, are you? [ She finally stirs herself to clamber out of the bed, padding over to the window to peek out through the curtains, then over to the wardrobe. ] ... I don't remember coming here at all. Is it a hotel, you think? I can see myself taking you back to a hotel.