No, Sansa thinks, and swallows. "I, uh... I think so?" she says aloud, clasping her hands together in front of her and twisting her fingers together. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean... you startled me. I don't think my... my world..." That takes some effort to force out, even while she's unsure how metaphorical it's meant to be, because this really does feel like another world and she has no idea what to do with that thought. "...I don't think my world has anyone that looks like you. I didn't mean to be insulting."

That, at least, is truthful. The last thing she wants to do in this strange new place is get off on the wrong foot with the people around her. If King's Landing taught her anything, it's how important it is to give the right impression.

"I'm afraid I've never heard of Panem," she adds, after a moment. "Is it across the Narrow Sea? Geography never was my best lesson..."