The thank you is unexpected, and Veronica can't help but feel a little guilty about her earlier reaction, even if it wasn't exactly unjustified. She's not so far removed from her own arrival that she can't remember what a mindfuck it was, or how scared or disoriented she'd been.

"You're welcome," she softly says, genuinely this time, and then carries the coat back downstairs to wait.

"I know my own planet, yes," she says from her place at one of the tables, tamping down on her instinctive sarcasm and really glad now for her talks with Nerys. There was a time when talking about living on other planets might have thrown her for a loop.

"I don't know if this is on my planet. It looks like my planet -- Earth is the name of it. But I have no idea how I got here, and neither does anyone else. We haven't been able to find a way out." Although god knows he'd tried.

"You did come out of the fountain, right?"