She raised an eyebrow and huffed at him.  "Wouldn't<span style="font-style: italic">you</span>like to know," she replied coquettishly.  Tossing her head in irritation.<br/><br/>So, they had been brought here against their will, all of them?  And now they were meshed in a web that they could not break free from, with no idea how it had come to pass and no idea how to extricate themselves from this mess.  Well, it wasn't as if it was the first time for<span style="font-style: italic">her</span>.  She had been, always, very good at getting caught up in messes and finding a way out.  It wasn;t to say that she always got out of those sticky situations clean, but she was still alive.  That had to count for something, didn't it?<br/><br/>She followed them after they dropped that jewel of an ulcer-maker.  There was really nothing else to do.  This was not her world, this was not anything to do with her...only, now it was.<br/><br/>The others that came in, they spoke of things she had no recollection.  As had always been her wont, she stuck to what she knew.  Katara was the only person she could safely vouch for as not being completely insane, so when the young woman went and found herself a cot, Naive followed after in silence.  They spoke no words to one another; the morning would bring further revelations.<br/><br/>In the meantime, of course, she would have to think.  Think long and hard, and try to approach this new problem from every angle...and, come the morrow, apply all the pieces of information that were given her to the puzzle.  "Things seemed so much simpler when all I had to worry about was keeping the woman of my dreams from splitting my skull," she murmured.  Sleep was slow in coming, and it was full of unpleasant dreams.