Whatever thoughts she found herself lost in she had been immediately ripped away. The notepad she held in her hand crumpled in her hand as she squeezed, much harder than she should have, as her whole body tensed to see, of all the people that would follow her down there, it was him. It was dimly lit in that stock room, majority of the light coming from door at the top of the stairs, so as he stood there, while she could see some details of his front from the single pull chain lamp in the center of the small room, she saw mostly just a silhouette of his form and it was looming to her.<br/><br/>Nalia averted her eyes, trying her best to keep her heart and mind in check. As he spoke, however, the feeling of intimidation freely washed away. That helped. With her face turned away, she closed her eyes, to keep her from chancing a glance at him. Listening to only his voice, it was much easier to just imagine George speaking, and with the way he spoke he certainly sounded much more like he hailed from Earth. He didn’t sound like the silver general from Gaia. Okay, yeah, she can do this. As long as she doesn’t look at him, this should be a cinch.<br/><br/>“Ok...uhm...well, you certainly do seem confused. Memory loss isn’t something typical of people here after death. All of us remember our lives before the Convergence. The only thing I could think as to why you’re suffering from loss of memory is that you went through some traumatic event in life: physical trauma that damaged some part of your brain that stores memories, or emotional/mental trauma and your mind is overcompensating to block it out. Either one, the only thing I can think is that it’s something you already had and brought over here. As for not being actually dead...I’m inclined to agree based on the facts I know about you.”<br/><br/>Nalia took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself. “While I would love to go into details with you and answer your questions someplace other than this dark, dank, very creepy part of the bar, I don’t think we’d actually be able to have this conversation to its fullest with the others around.” None of the others had memory problems from what she could surmise. The closest was Axle, but that wasn’t forgetting, that was remembering, specifically particularly less than favorable memories. So, what input they could have in solving his memory issues, filling the blanks or what have you, was beyond her understanding. Nevertheless, she knew they needed to move...but where.<br/><br/>“The anger rooms.” She thought out loud. Jecht is usually hanging around in one of them. If need be, she could have him on standby if things get scary. She’s seen him fight against Sephiroth in Dissidia. He can handle him if it ever came to that. Hopefully it won’t, but given his confession of violent tendencies, she’d rather be safe.<br/><br/>She dared to look at him again, but her heart couldn’t handle it and she looked down at the floor again. “I had the anger rooms built and modeled after the SOLDIER training room at Shinra. They don’t always have to be used to fight. We can go into one, change the setting to something you, or I, might feel more comfortable speaking. We don’t have to spawn any enemies. We can just sit...and talk. If that’s ok with you?”