"Nemo pilika..." she strained herself to try and say the word. "M-menzetti..." She shook her head "n-no..." To her it was just Ice flower, its all she had ever called it, and why would she need to know its name if she knew everything else about it. She knew that if she accrued enough that she could crush them with a rather crater ridden rock and mix it with boiled water. This created something that soothed her throat. She thought back to who taught her that. She couldn't remember their name or even their face, it hurt her, but she could remember the rough but comforting hand that had guided her out of the forest she was abandoned in. "I was feral then..." she thought to herself while smiling. She listened to Havoc muse to himself. She did know a language, it wasn't English, and it wasn't verbal. She thought back to every person she had ever been close to, of course they were all dead now, its why she was inherently against traveling with others... But she knew that there was no way she could live here alone. She knew how things worked on Tor Korbin and while it had been awful there, she could fall back on how she had been taught and the things she had collected. Those things along with her confidence were gone. She couldn't just casually communicate with Havoc they way she did with the people she had met on Tor Korbin, could she? She looked at Havoc and stole her resolve. She walked over to him "uh..." She had no idea how to say it so she just did it. She jumped up and put her hands onto his shoulders pushing herself upwards and gently touching her forehead to his. In the split second before she fell down rather ungracefully landing on her butt she had communicated "No Specific place, did something big in Tor Korbin, and am running from the consequences."