"Yeah," Raven says simply, shrugging her shoulders a little. "I mean, sure it's some weird ass city that we can't leave and sometimes Hatchimals try and murder everyone, but it's better than where I came from." She says it with a wry smile. She knows exactly how ridiculous it is that she prefers this place when everybody else is itching to get out, but she doesn't regret it.

She shifts her weight a little to ease off the brace, holding her helmet loosely against her hip. She hadn't expected to have this kind of conversation in the street with a stranger, but it's hardly the weirdest thing that's happened to her in Darrow.

And then she realises where she knows the name given to her, and a grin spreads across her lips. She can't believe she didn't pick up on it from the get go, but now that she has, she's more than happy to continue standing here and talking. She hasn't met Victra but she's heard a lot about her, and she's been dying to meet her. "You know Lincoln, right?" she questions, trying to bite down on her smile. "So maybe you know a little about where I came from."