None of us are in Atlas. This world is called Genessia. You find me now in the mountains of Fayren, one of the many cities.

[She doesn't bat a lash, betraying none of her confusion or apprehension. The situation can basically be distilled into the fact that Weiss is a child with only those experiences in her memory, and she needs Winter. It's enough to make her decision rather easy.]

Hold up your phone and turn around in a circle. I should be able to discern your location from your surroundings and rendezvous with you promptly.