That does seem quite insensitive especially the middle bit.
Well, in a certain light it reads like a sequel to The Lusty Argonian Maid from the Elder Scrolls.
Lady Hussey: And where are you from, my dumpling?
Doesn't-Like-Questions: I am from Glenumbra, my lady. Land of mild climes, verdant trees and golden morns.
Lady Hussey: No, where do you come from?
Doesn't-Like-Questions: We're based in Hackney.
Lady Hussey: No, what part of Glenumbra are you originally from? Which village?
Doesn't-Like-Questions: I do not know, my lady. I am but a poor merchant girl.
Lady Hussey: Well, you must know which part you are from? I spent time in Bruma...
Doesn't-Like-Questions: Here, in Daggerfall.
Lady Hussey: No, but your people! You are of darker skin... maybe Sentinel or Craglorn? You are exotic and... quite different.
Doesn't-Like-Questions: Lady! What do you mean, "my people"? What is this literary extravagance? I know nothing of such things. Would you like to buy a gourd? Three for a septim.
Lady Hussey: Oh, I can see this is going to be quite a challenge to get you to speak on this matter. How about you come back to my mansion so we can... fill in some... details?
Doesn't-Like-Questions: I have to be in Crosswych by sunset... but maybe you could help shine my dynamo core? It hasn't had attention for quite some time.
Lady Hussey: Ah, I knew we'd get there in the end. Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.