"Exit to where?" Felix has begun to suspect he's as lost as she is. Unless she means the road out of town, but he doesn't really want her to run off yet. He shakes his head. He doesn't mind obscure and archaic (or void-spawned) messages, but he still can't get a handle on what she's trying to say.

He falls back on common sense. Wherever she just materialised from, whatever dialect she's using, it sounds an awful lot like 'I don't think I'm supposed to be here and I'd like to leave'. (Although he can't see why she's in such a hurry. The local Nords aren't that bad.)

"Look, perhaps it would help if you told me how you got here," he says with a shake of his head, adopting his Reasonable Imperial voice. Calm, friendly, courteous-but-assured. "I don't believe I've seen magic quite like that before."