"In part," she answered, a slight smile acknowledging that Tsitua was dead on about her unease.  "I don't like places without a couple different ways out, and here...it's a giant tin can."  The Seer's gaze drifted to the window again.  "But it's also just.../empty/.  There's you and your team, and Jareth...and then nothing.  Threads lead to places and things as well as to people, but it is people that most often shape events, and the strands that connect them are generally the ones that pull the strongest.  I've never been anywhere so...open.  Quiet, I guess you could say."  The fingers of one hand went to fuss with the hem of her shirt.  "I suppose in a way it might be nice, not feeling that constant pressure.  But I'm not used to it, and it's unnerving."  Amuné shivered involuntarily.  "I'm not sure I like it."

The mention of a room that felt more like the surface intrigued her, and she nodded her assent.  "If it wouldn't be any trouble, that does sound interesting."  She fell in beside Tsitua as he headed off down the hall.  "Who was that?" the Seer asked abruptly.  "Ketsu-something, Mae called him?  And a lord?  He came out of nowhere, and then he just /vanished/ -- who is he?  /What/ is he?  What does he want?"

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