Being somewhat difficult to read was a talent that Betsy had perfected a long time ago. It'd bring her a certain amount of amusement to know she was still pretty good at pulling it off. "You have a custom tailor here?" Weirdly she actually seems a bit excited about that. There's no denying she still has something of a love of fashion. "I'll have to look into that shortly. Though if it would make you more comfortable I could change now." She gave him a tiny smile that verged on being a smirk. Her assumption was if he was bothered at all by her current attire, he'd probably be at least a bit bothered by her suddenly changing clothes.

"That's rather good to hear considering how...quaint this place looks." That was the politest way she could think of to say this place looked like something from the fantasy realm her brother resigned over.

"Few people ever do. I have...some experience with that." Some unfortunate and some mostly of her own making. Telepaths tended to have a habit of unnerving people in that specific way. "That's certainly strange though to hear that her only missing memories were this place and the people here. It'd require quite the amount of strength and dexterity to remove things so specifically." Said like someone with experience.

"Was the other world similar to this one? Or connected in some way?"