Amelia's clothes are a mix of modern and old as well today: sturdy jeans are tucked into her usual leather boots - daggers included - and are accompanied by a basic black long sleeved shirt under a leather underbust corset. She feels all the more at home as she notices the amalgamation of clothing styles, but her attention doesn't linger on it for long.

The work she's offered is as close to perfect for her as it could be in a place like this. Dreams, she can be truly useful to these people. The thought warms her smile and she nods as she takes a few steps closer to the young man who spoke. "My family's business is spice trading. If you show me the plants and herbs that are unfamiliar to you, I can identify them for you and teach anyone who has the time to hear it." She tucks her fingers into fists and clenches them tightly to keep from getting ahead of herself. "Can someone show me where these plants are? If no one has time to stay with me today, I can harvest some and bring them back to explain over a meal later. If any of them interest your people, I can return and teach as many as you'd like everything I know."