[ Circe smiles in somewhat opaque amusement. It's the façade she de facto falls back on whenever she's unsure. She's not really lady of anything, but the proper address for a goddess is a murky thing. It's good enough. ]

It would be useful to have someone to ask questions who will not be confused by the question itself, I think. It has been all so much at once, even finding new clothes for myself was a considerable undertaking. I could not wear the same dress forever. [ Indeed, by now she's out of her chiton and shawl, instead in a bohemian sort of sweater a dark enough green to be almost black. ]