As soon as she was stable on her feet, Margo straightened her clothes. She dusted off some dirt, and flicked a small pebble out of her hoodie pocket. She looked up at the figure, nodding when she was told his name. She was eager to hear more, and was a little disappointed when there wasn't much else for her to be told. "A great purpose? And you can't remember what it is." Margo sighed, then sarcastically added, "That's very helpful." Her voice wasn't harsh, more soft and tired than anything else. If she could wake up soon, that would be just great. 

"Do you know how you got here?" She again looked him up and down, trying to gain some sort of clue as to who and what he really was. Unfortunately, she again had no clue. Her gaze trailed down to her necklace, which was now above her clothes and laying comfortably against her chest. She lifted a hand, and for the first time in several years, ran a gentle finger over the crystal shard. She had been wearing it for so long, that it now felt like a part of her. Nothing more, nothing less. Oddly enough, it felt warm to the touch. Unnaturally warm compared to its normally cool texture.