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Aaliyah watched the woman carefully as she kept talking to her. She listened to her words and let them sink in slowly. She was right. Whatever happened was strange. And she could tell that the woman was calculating her just as much as she was calculating Kosara. And for some reason she didn't mind. It still made her feel uneasy, like it had always done, because she knew that someone calculating her, trying to find out who she was or what she was doing, it would always come with questions. And she didn't like questions from strangers.

And like she had expected the first question was coming only a couple of moments later. She tried hard, and thankfully succeeded, in not making a face. All those people on this planet... they learnt how to lie before they learnt to walk. And then there was Aaliyah. Who was different and who was confused when she entered earth. And who couldn't lie.

[i]What brought you to this corner of the woods?[/i] - [i]You did.[/i] But she couldn't say that. Or rather she didn't want to. "I felt very drawn to it", she said in a low voice. "Like some magnet was pulling me towards it." She put a soft smirk onto her lips and looked at Kosara. Her posture had taken much more strength to it, she stood steady and straight, with confidence. "What brought [i]you[/i] to this area?", she asked with a voice that clearly stated that she knew that camping wasn't the answer and she was giving Kosara the possibility to spill the truth... or lie to her again. If she decided to hide the truth, Aaliyah wouldn't continue to ask. Asking a lot, meant receiving questions in return. And she wasn't sure how many of these she could answer before she had to either not say anything or spill what really was going on.

Her arm had gotten weirdly numb by now, only the tattoo on her wrist burning down on her flesh like a poker freshly removed from the devouring flames. She was close to not being able to stand it anymore. She pressed her wrist against her side, hoping that it wouldn't look too obvious, but the pain was getting unbearable. She tried to maintain a straight face, but it was getting more complicated by the second. What was this pain? And what did it have to do with this woman? Whatever the tattoo said... she had never been able to translate it.