"I’d wondered at the tent." The slip of a smile back. She admits: "And at half the plants. I'd expected to recognize more of them."

Not so much a surprise; her experience is limited largely to the species of her childhood, and a few more obvious breeds.

"I had hoped — a small request. But only if you've the time."

She lifts a palm, shakes her head slightly to imply it's no matter. Wren will never be a woman capable of appearing wholly harmless. In moments like these, the best she aims for is non-threatening.