Theon glances around. He can't imagine worse. He's yet to truly get use to the spaceship, but he understands more than he did. He'll never feel at home, but electric lights aren't so confusing anymore, and he's begun to adapt to the other forms of technology. Questions should be minimal, and he's not so certain he'll want to ask them anyway.

"I'm from Westeros," he responds, not quite understanding the use of the word medieval. "There are castles, there are horses, and there are knights. Chivalry might be a bit rarer."