Jona grew up in the slums. She's far from nitpicky about pronounciation.

She looks somewhat reassured by the fact that they're a long way off, and resolves not to press the subject. No-one (in her limited experience) likes to talk about fairies too much, in case they take it as an invitation to pop by.

"You not got family?" she asks sympathetically, her hands returning to the sandwich.

A few of its people are the only reason she ever misses her world.