She doesn't know Vinland - and he repeats it enough she can hear it, not Finland - but she thinks she can make out something of what he means. Vinland is a new land, one he wants to... Go to? Colonise? Make into a land, like what happened in America. Australia, once the convicts had made it more habitable.

West, Thorfinn says. Vinland is west. But west from what? She'd need to look at a map.

"Australia is my home," is what she says, and nods. "It's south. Um. This is the world," and she cups her hands, slides them around an imaginary ball before shrinking the gesture down, cupping her hands around each other around a small ball shape. "Europe is here," her bottom hand moves away to tap the knuckle of her little finger on the top hand. "Australia is here."

Her hands go back to the ball, and then her top hand moves, taps the side of her lower hand. Roughly opposite.

It's not exact, and she hopes he doesn't take it as precise co-ordinates. But the idea, the concept. The land at the other side of the world.