The sudden stream of questions was no surprise, but Rafaela still felt a bit overwhelmed by them all. Instead of replying, she decided to just untie the girl, trusting that she would be able to control her powers, when conscious. She sat back in the chair, elegantly crossing her ankles under the yellow fabric, and folded her hands on her lap.<br/><br/>"Let's make a deal," she said in a soft voice, in stark contrast to how she had talked and behaved when Akira last saw her. She preferred this change, not really because she enjoyed throwing people off, but that<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>a part of it, but because she wanted people to be able to see the difference between when she was being a soldier, and when she was being a lady. "You ask me a question, and then I ask you one, because I do have a bunch of questions myself."<br/><br/>It's a peculiar situation, and she wanted to get wise on it. She disliked being in a situation, where she didn't know what was going on, so she always tried to gather as much information as possible. Probably a military thing. "To answer your last question, Hortence is going to be fine. Last time I checked on her, she was still unconscious, but the doctors expect her to make full recovery," she said in a diplomatic tone, or at least that was what she was aiming for. She didn't really want to drag Akira too much into the politics of this place, if it turned out that she was not supposed to know anything, so she would rather keep a low profile for now, and then maybe fill her in later if necessary. "Now tell me, what brought you here? And where did you come from?"