She can see Sam twitch a little, but you don't go asking a girl what her damage is on the first date. So, she very helpfully pretends not to notice it at all, allowing her head to fall slightly to one side as that prevalent warmth from the drink creeps upwards.

"Another trash heap with no hope of escape. Kind of like this place, but less green, and more...trash." Her nose wrinkles one hand lifts, waving dismissively. "Except apparently I escaped that, and wound up somewhere else where there's supposedly no escape, so."

Of course, Sakaar wasn't where she was from, either. Just where she'd been last. Eh. Details.