Nalia lifted her eyes in surprise and then regret for her choice of words. “I’m sorry, that’s not entirely what I meant. I meant it simply when they do pass, hopefully after a very long life indeed, they might end up here. Unfortunately I don’t know what dictates which people were to come here.” She sighed and tapped her fingernails on the small shot glass she still left untouched. With a moment of thought, she gathered herself and took the shot, downing it in a single go while throwing her head back in the process before putting it back down, the amber liquid leaving a burn at the back of her throat. It was always hard for her to regale what had happened to the twins, but if it helped somebody else to hear it, she’d tell it.<br/><br/>“Well, Lydia and I were driving home from visiting with family.” Her fingers cradled her glass, staring down at a single drop of liquor that she’d missed. “We got into a bit of an argument... actually an all out fight. It was stupid...well,<i>I</i>was stupid. I don’t even remember what the argument was about, but I can’t not remember how she looked at me. I was so angry and all she could do was look back at me like she pitied me, which only infuriated me more...and I blew up. Because of me, she got distracted. Because of me, her eyes weren’t on the road, so we drove straight into a truck going in the opposite direction. After that...we woke up here, lying on the street. Both of us thought we had been tossed from the car. Our bodies ached like hell. It wasn’t until after we figured out where we were that we understood what had happened to us.”<br/><br/>Nalia continued to hate herself to this day about that. Not a moment goes by that she doesn’t feel the guilt. “Well, we’ve long since been done crying about our misfortune and my idiocy. I promised myself that I’d never let myself lose it to that degree again, especially not on her. We might not be able to die a second time, but we can still feel pain, both emotional and physical, and I’ll be damned if I let her feel that hurt again. By me or anybody else.” She smirked a bit, shrugging very slightly as she looked up to Axle again, “I suppose I can at least empathize with you on the ‘wanting to protect the ones we love most’ front. Knowing that I caused this future for us, that I put us here, it cuts deep. But, the die has been cast. There’s no changing the past. All I can do now is make the best of the situation, and do what I can to make sure we’re both safe and happy.” Which she’d be the first to admit can be rather difficult as there have been some fairly strong people who’d come through the hotel, and the brunette isn’t exactly versed in combat. At the very least, she’d inherited their mother’s tone of voice when things got out of hand. What the sisters jokingly called the “Mom” voice. Usually that alone was enough to make even the burliest of men to back down. She’s still pissed at herself for not using it earlier. Perhaps she really<i>had</i>been swayed to not thinking clearly.<br/><br/>With a grunt of frustration, mostly at herself, she grabbed the bottle of liquor she’d been using to pour for the both of them, only to find it empty. “But...enough of the sappy stuff, I’m going to grab more of this from the back. You want another glass too?” She said, holding the empty bottle up to show him that there was none left in it.<br/><br/>Back at the lobby, Lydia watched the small creature walk up to her desk. She was taken aback rather quickly by its appearance, and then even more so when it tried to talk. Her eyebrows high, she could only stutter back, unsure of what it was or how to act around it, “uhm, I’m sorry...did you need something? Were you looking for a room, or something else?” Not long after, Galen appeared at her desk, seemingly bright in his attitude, which was certainly a breath of fresh air from the previous guests, but still she’d already had somebody waiting on her. So, she gave him a smile and simply stated, “Hello, it’s fine. If you could just wait a moment while I help this...uh...gentleman?....first.” Even she wasn’t sure how to address it. It could very well have been a girl. Or even had no gender at all. Monogendered species exist, she knew, but she didn’t know much about that. Nevertheless, she turned her eyes back to the creature, awaiting its answer to her query.