The words are culturally unfamiliar to Tayrey, so even though she seems to have learned this language practically overnight, the question still gives her pause. Well, that and the fact that the man speaking to her is most certainly César Salazar. She hadn't realised, when she spoke up, or she'd have thought better of it. It was the people who had formed close bonds with others in their prison who hadn't wanted to leave it. Who hated her for what she'd done.

Be reasonable, Tayrey, she tells herself somewhat impatiently. If he meant you harm he wouldn't be here talking about food.

'You grow crops?' she blurts out. Which is not an answer to his question, but it's what surprises her most.