[ As she remains turned around, she doesn't have the opportunity to appreciate his continuing attempts to be mindful of his junk. As instructed, she focuses on breathing and coming down from her panicked brain fog. Why did she have to be put in a situation like this...? She can deal with magi, beasts, and ghosts, but nudity is just cruel.

Remembering the meditation techniques her mentor taught her, she reins her breathing rate into a semblance of order and gradually loosens some of the tension in her body. It takes time, so Thoma may be in for a slightly awkward wait, but eventually her anxious trembling downgrades to merely anxious stiffness. ]

... O-Okay. I think I'm okay now...

[ She still hasn't turned around, though... But why should she until it's absolutely necessary?? ]

Thank you... for bearing with me. I've never heard of a place called Teyvat, but I'm not very well-traveled...

[ She can't imagine anyone from Earth not having heard of London, though. She hazards a glance to the side to see if she can glimpse the exit to the cave, but no such luck. ]

Have you been outside yet...?