Ishtar just watched him curiously as the guy was mendingher clothes. Damn, he was talented, makes her feel a bit useless at times, but then again, what was she to complain? It was her fault anyway. The princess looked at him wondering how long he was here. Definitely longer tha her, that was for sure. Ishtar pondered a moment before speaking.

"Yeah... trippy's kinda the right word for it. What's it called, again?" she mused wondering why she forgot the damn place's name already. It started with 'P' though. She didn't have the least bit of clue where she got her clothes, only that they were tailored for her, "That, I don't know. Usually...I just get them," though those type of expensive looking clothes wasn't exactly common.