Sansa, too, is draped in a toga with nothing else but slippers and a collar of silver and sapphire around her neck. She's never been in a situation quite like this before; the toga is very brief and she feels for all the world like a whore in a brothel. Still, she has to venture out and find out where she is and, more importantly, how she can get out and that requires being just a little bit brave.

"Did you just arrive too?" she asks, voice pitched low. She doesn't know the man before her but his face is fair and she's going to have to talk to someone. It might as well be this man.