Zandra had cracked a small smile at his story. She found it slightly funny. And as promised she gave him her name, "I'm Zandra." He honestly did seem like a good guy, she wanted to know him. But she didn't know if this was a trick or not. Him telling the memory made her have one of her own, she spoke of it, "Something similar happened. My father was away on a trip for the king. My mother and I was out in the field gathering the crops, and if I remember right I think I may have been ten at the time. Anyways I had took some of the crops back to the house and on my way back I noticed a strange man was talking to my mother. But it all seemed wrong he was touching her, her hair and shoulders... She kept telling him to leave but he wouldn't. I realized what had happened and came up behind him and kicked him as hard as I could. He too went home screaming." She smiled up at Scott, the memory always made her smile.