[Elza looks back at Zara, meeting his eyes, his mouth twisting in a halfway-apologetic expression. As though to say sorry that it's me you can only talk to. But he scribbles out what the others say as they say it.

He can do that much.]

Then, asking others sounds like a place to start. Some have been here longer than us. Should I go out later, see if there's anything I can find out in the city...? It might be safest for me.

...Or Nesso. [Given he's invisible and intangible...]