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[The camera shows a little girl with black hair and brown eyes - she looks eight or nine.]

Nanny....nanny! Onda fya ondjala!

[There's a pause here]

Tate?

[Another pause, as she considers. She looks like she's thought of something, though!]

Haai? Ek is verlore...ek het honger, ek soek na nanny...

[She pauses again, and speaks once more. Her accent is clipped and clearly a mix of South African and Namibian, pointed and almost Dutch and English mixed with a little bit of German thrown in: much stronger than Saya's adult accent]

Hello? I'm looking for my vade-my father, and I'm very hungry. I think my nanny lost me. Please, someone, understand English, my German is not very good. My name is Satya Daphne. My father works at the American Embassy. I'm not sure how I got here.

[And yet another pause, but she has to do this, she's looking slightly more unsure now]

Entschuldigung, Ich heisse Satya Daphne....

[But before she can finish, the video stops]

[ooc: She's speaking Oshiwambo, Afrikaans, and German, in that order. I don't speak any of these languages, so I apologize for any butchery! replies from

prewoven]

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I'm a very large room...like the size of the Embassy's room for parties, maybe.

Does it look like a warehouse? Or a garage?

I don't see any cars. Isn't that was garages are for? When we went to America, that's what my auntie called it.

True. Can you describe it better? Is there anything in it, furniture?

It's simply...a very large room! It's empty. I came down the stairs from a bedroom and I turned around and I ended up here.

You were in a bedroom?

When I woke up.

Then I think I know where you are. If you don't mind, I'd like to come check on you?

Will you bring something to eat?

Certainly, what would you like?

Not porridge.

[Pause]

Please.

How do you feel about waffles, fruit and juice?

Wafel!

Yes, please.

Alright, give me some time and I'll have it to you shortly.

Thank you very much.

I'll be there soon, then.

[Twenty minutes later, there's a few short knocks on the door.]

Miss Satya? It's Cinna, I have your breakfast.

[The door opens a moment later, and she looks up at him. Her eyes are huge]

Hullo, Mr. Cinna.

It's just Cinna, dear.

[He smiles down at her. She looks quite... innocent and young. Juggling the bags of food, he enters the room.]

And here's your breakfast.

[She opens the door into one of the enormous warehouse spaces, not one of the living spaces]

Tangi unene- oh, I mean, thank you very much.

You're very welcome. Now, how about we find a kitchen or a dining room that we can eat in?

[He starts heading in the direction of what he hopes are the loving spaces. He's only really familiar with the space he rents from Saya, and isn't one hundred percent certain that he's going the right way.]

[She follows him, because he seems nice and sane and he's the only person who's really spoken to her]

You don't have a proper accent, where are you from? America?

My country of origin is called Panem, but I've been told its the same place.

[He gives her what he hopes is a reassuring smile.]

This is a very strange City, Miss. You'll find that somethings that you would find familiar, are fantastic. And those things that you would find fantastic are mundane to some of the residents.

You don't have to call me Miss.

Once I saw a lion. It was in the wild, too! [She slips into excited Oshiwambo, for a moment, then pauses] My father took me on a safari I thought that was rather fantastic.

They have lions in the zoo here. Dinosaurs as well. [He looks at her a little strangely for a moment.] What language was that?

Dinosaurs died a long time ago. I learned that in school.

[She opens the door to a dining room and cries in victory before she remembers she's in a conversation]

Oshikwayama.