For as long as she's been around, herself, Zelda's seen less of the world beyond Greendale than one might imagine. But Europe, at least, is familiar enough. Hilda had certainly spent enough time there.

"Greendale. In the States." She takes a sip from her drink. "A wicked town."

Once upon a time, it may have been said with some delight, but now there's an edge to her words. The last year, Greendale had shown them nothing but misery.