[ She isn't so far drunk that she misses the hint of apology in his voice. Instead of being offended at his ignorance she just laughs, an easy peal that cuts through the air. ]

Hey, don't worry about it. I'm pretty sure I've never heard of wherever it is you're from either.

[ There's so many of them here, from so many different places, that it seems impossible to keep track of. She'd barely known more than a handful of islands back in the skydoms; to think that there are even more places out in the cosmos she never even dreamed could exist...it's a little mind-blowing.

Luckily for her, overthinking things has never been one of her strong points. There might be a lot of new info out there, but she's more than happy to let someone else collect it all while she does all the heavy lifting. And right now, she's more than happy to ignore all that in favor of the conversation at hand. It doesn't matter if Cal is bad at smalltalk or not because Zeta's more than happy to talk for the both of them, used to filling the role of chatterbox in the face of Vaseraga's steady but silent ways.

She leans forward a little, setting her now-empty cup down so she can prop her cheek on one hand. ]

It wasn't really a fancy place. Just your average town on your average island. I always dreamed of leaving and making a name for myself, instead of being just another nobody.

[ Her lips curve into a rueful smile. ]

Didn't think I'd make it this far though.