Finding the scent of the person to be comparable to that of dirt, Timea recalled a tale of man being made from clay. While previously dismissing such tales as superstition, with how strange this world has proved to be, she half considered it a valid explanation for the scent. As she didn't feel like explaining how she could pick up on it, however, Timea didn't ask about the scent.
"I meant the area around the city, and the desert. Not what ever is beyond the desert", Timea clarified, raising a hand with the index fingered extended vertically as she spoke. "For one; I noticed the terrain being drastically different around here than the general area, and I wondered why that was. I'm not from around here, you see."