A boss, to her, is part of a shield. Accordingly, boss-lady sounds pretty nonsensical to her. Still, she can't stop and question every little thing she fails to understand, and so although her nose wrinkles a little, she doesn't actually ask what he means. Or about the toilet brushes, although she can at least hazard a guess there.

Instead, she simply nods, taking a moment to remember where the flowers had been before she sets off in that direction, shortening her strides so he can keep up easily. "I may be mistaken," she repeats, not wanting to raise his hopes unnecessarily. "This land is yet strange to me - its plants, as well as its people. But if it is not there, we may seek it out elsewhere. Have you never foraged herbs before?"