Momo blinks and looks at him. "Nor was I." she says honestly. As he stood so did she. She looks at him. Biting her lower lip. Home? Where was home anymore? How can you call someplace a home...when everyone fears you? How can you trust when anyone can be the one to betray you? So many questions are thrown at her by those ghostly apparitions. Those ghoulish voices talking inside her mind. They had points though...those were all VERY valid questions.<br/><br/>She looks at him. "Um...food. Yeah. Food sounds wonderful." she stammers out. He looks at her. "I didn't catch yours either." she points out softly. Her voice gentle as a mid summer breeze. Pure as the sound of an angels laughter. She looks around. "My name is Momo." she says softly. "I really don't wish you to trouble yourself..." she starts out. The female ghosts needed to shut up. She had eyes. She could see he was hot. Did they have to be such perverts?!<br/><br/>She shakes her head. "Where exactly am I? I have traveled far and kind of just stopped paying attention. As such I have no clue where I am." she says honestly.