Jane looked up at him from under long, pale eyelashes that matched the color of her hair. "Any questions? Really? I was being impertinent, disrespectful to you. Father always took me to task for that. I don't..." She faltered. Oskar seemed almost offended by her show of respect. She didn't want him to be offended, but she wasn't sure what to do. She found herself more and more overwhelmed by the conflict of what she thought was normal and right and the evidence before her.<br/><br/>What was a fighter jet? Or a commercial airliner? Did his feathers ever itch? What was it like living in a house like that? Equals? What did he mean by that? How could they be equals when she was a female and he a male? What did that have to do with anything? There were so many questions running through her mind.<br/><br/>The world away from her father's tower was so different. She had spent the entire night roaming, looking for her father's trail. Usually she'd be fast asleep by now. Instead, here she was with this friendly, helpful man, trying to make sense of the outside world. Exhaustion was beginning to take hold, and her only reaction to the situation was for her eyes to fill with tears for the second time that day. This time she didn't run, though, and the tears overflowed their banks and ran down her cheeks as she stood there.<br/><br/>:<i>I'm sorry. I'm doing everything wrong. It's all so confusing right now,: </i>Her voice in his mind was faint this time, the exhaustion and confusion pulling at her concentration and ability to focus her thoughts.