[ The claim makes her snort quietly. If he's a god, then Rosaria is Queen of Teyvat. She's quite sure even Barbara could snap this man's spine in two, but he must have been a haughty noble before he died and resurrected here. They tend to all suffer the same delusions of grandeur.

Rather than point out a god wouldn't need to beg for money for a trinket, she focuses on answering him– ]

I'm another stray from a crumbled world. I only came here because I can't stand constant daylight.

[ How can anyone? Just one minute in that other place had been enough to sear through her retinas. ]

If you're looking for a pitch on why you should join, you've come to the wrong place. Or you're better off talking to Yima yourself. She seems just as inclined as Cyrus of the Meridian to make false promises.