Honestly, I don't know. [A short, soft laugh escapes her, though not directed at Estelle.] Don't worry about it. I don't have any more of an idea of what's going on than you.

[Her comments are noncommittal, a little wandering, as if she's still a little out of it. Her mind felt...fuzzy, somehow. Something was missing.

But she wasn't in so bad a state that she had forgotten her manners.]

I'm Sachi, by the way.