Nell shakes Vandelin's hand with a brisk, firm grip callused from heavy staff-use. Her mouth quirks up at one corner as she does it as her eyebrows lift and tilt in good-humored concession: point to him on Anders' escape to date.

She takes a seat once that's done, giving Anders' hand about brief clasp by way of introduction--no actual intros needed, she figures, since it's obvious now which of them is which--before settling onto the bench. She listens, and while her face remains still, a bland neutrality that admits only to attention, as soon as Anders has finished speaking her mouth opens and a finger raises as if to forestall the conversation proceeding any further.

"As we're getting to know each other, I do want to remain on the subject of robes for a moment," she says, with a sharp-edged little smile that belies the casualness of her tone, "Specifically why do you both still wear them? Given that they're a restrictive and impractical mode of dress enforced by our captors in order to neutralize, emasculate, and most importantly ensure that we're incapable of going about our lives without being marked out as foreign to normal society."