[The meaning is clear enough, even if the words aren't: she gives a sharp nod of acknowledgement, and files away the words for future reference. Ghosts. Figments. She doesn't remember every single unfamiliar word that she hears here, but enough of them get repeated often enough that they're starting to lodge themselves in her brain.
Case in point:]
My name is Callisto. The food is--?
[She lets out a strangled snarl of frustration. She's lost, is what she wants to say, and she needs to be pointed in the right direction. Another ghost drifts by, unknowing and unseeing, and she elbows it roughly in the belly. The action relieves only a sliver of stress.]
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Case in point:]
My name is Callisto. The food is--?
[She lets out a strangled snarl of frustration. She's lost, is what she wants to say, and she needs to be pointed in the right direction. Another ghost drifts by, unknowing and unseeing, and she elbows it roughly in the belly. The action relieves only a sliver of stress.]