"Thank you." Not only for picking the twigs out of her hair, but approaching her when she didn't seem very approachable, showing her the hot spring, and offering to sit and brush out the mess her hair had became in her frantic searching. It's a lot of kindness she doesn't particularly feel she deserves at the moment, between the way she's treated some people here and everything that's happened back home.

But she won't fight it, and she won't take it for granted, either. She's going to try to find a way to repay Moana for her kindness somehow, someway. Even if it's going to be awhile before she can do that.

"I'm from New York," she answers, carefully scraping dirt from beneath her fingernails as Moana works. "In the city. My family and I, and other people like us — we live in a big, beautiful church called the Institute. I've seen a lot of the city, but I've never really been out of New York before. Never to an island."