[ The subject of her past drew an uneasy silence around them. She deserved it, she supposed., for the question she had asked. Strangely, it was the first time she felt like she had an advantage over him. If she wanted, there were many others in the world who could likely tell her the real story of how he'd gained that scar, and who he'd killed that gave it to him. Lord Commander Ren's life was a matter of public record because of the status he possessed.

If he were to try to find out the answer to why a Dornish girl had such a strange accent, a mixture of higher and lower class Riverlands layered over something oddly Dornish, only a handful could answer it, and no path between him and that information but her. ]

I live in the Saltpans. [ She offered it easily nonetheless. Hers is an unremarkable tale of unremarkable people. ] I'm working for Lord Plutt. When I've earned enough, I'll be able to return to Dorne.

[ And find her parents. The mother who had no doubt been heartbroken to lose her, and then maybe information about who her father had been. The way she said it was odd, though, in that it presumed when she was done here she would return to the Saltpans and her contract with Plutt. It was not that it had not occurred to her to solicit Ren for that return to Dorne after he had what he wanted from her — rather, she fully intended still to kill him before he got it. ]