She's heard of London, at least. It's always a bit of a tossup as to whether she would rather someone mention a place she actually knows by name — a rarity, even now — or if she would rather hear about somewhere new. Being somewhere as strange as this, with people coming from all sorts of disparate worlds and times, there's a wealth of information to be learned, and Yona has always been curious. But it's nice, too, to have that little bit of familiarity, a name that sparks recognition. She heard about few of them, circling Earth for years and years. People stopped talking about what it was like, because there was no sense in clinging to nostalgia. The same doesn't seem to be true of Darrow, though it's similarly closed off. She appreciates that.

"Normal for me wasn't normal for most people," she says, predictably a bit cryptic about it. She doesn't really try to be, but things tend to come out that way even so, and she doesn't make any real effort to stop it. Besides, when it comes to this subject, she's found that there's an odd middle ground to occupy. Though she sees nothing strange about the way she grew up and wouldn't be anything less than straightforward about it, people tend to react strangely when they find out she lived on a train that was in constant motion because the rest of the world froze. "But I think everywhere is dangerous, in its own way."

She glances up at the building before looking at Martin again, nodding in easy agreement. "Sure. I'll walk up with you."