[She does not get it, if only because she doesn't know what Hell is. Her eyes narrow as she studies Max, trying to puzzle out the words. She'll switch back to Greek to respond, speaking slowly and enunciating clearly in hopes of making herself better understood.]
Nobody knows what this place is, really - that's what they all keep telling me. But everybody seems sure that the gods of my world have no domain here.
[She shrugs her shoulders, like this doesn't particularly bother her. Above their heads, a large tree branch sways ominously as they pass under it, and Callisto quickens her pace.]
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Nobody knows what this place is, really - that's what they all keep telling me. But everybody seems sure that the gods of my world have no domain here.
[She shrugs her shoulders, like this doesn't particularly bother her. Above their heads, a large tree branch sways ominously as they pass under it, and Callisto quickens her pace.]
You might get killed walking with me, you know.