Emma listened to the woman named Yuna, and with each term and word she spoke, her head only spun more. She managed to make hide or head of about what she was trying to convey, but couldn't make out details. She had hardly noticed when topic of conversation had turned to her, and offered a smile initially.<br/><br/>"I'm still trying to really figure out who or what I am myself... but I can share what I do know..." She collected her thoughts and figured out where to begin. "Two weeks ago... in my world, anyway, a man by the name of Jake Ballenfield unwillingly unleashed a virus on civilization. The original purpose behind the virus was to... rewrite human DNA..." She wasn't sure if these girls knew what DNA was, so she explained that too. "DNA is the kind of... source code, or element that makes what we are what we are. Anyway, the virus was originally designed to rewrite Human DNA to make us less violent or unnecessarily aggressive. Unfortunately, the F.E.V... Forced Evolutionary Virus... the F.E.V. evolved past it's original design and, instead of making humans less aggressive, it made them MORE aggressive, almost feral, rabid." She paused here to breathe, and be sure the others were still with her.<br/><br/>"Now, the F.E.V. affects different people differently. Some, it turns into what would probably best be described as a Zombie, a mindless, eternally angry killing machine... much like your Fiends... Others... aren't so lucky. Others get turned into what he called Revenants... humans who have contracted the F.E.V., change physically... but retain their humanity and mind. Among the infected are what he called Progenitor Strains, more rare, durable variations of the F.E.V. One such strain is the Witch. I've never seen one myself, but they are apparently so blinded by sorrow, that they'll attack anything that catches their sight. To attract a Witch's attention, I'm told, is instant death." She inhaled again.<br/><br/>"I don't... even know if Emma Windsor's my real name. Hell, I know it's not. I can't remember much about my past, and I was brought here with the promise that I would learn. I know I look... scary, but let me assure you, I mean no harm to those who mean me the same." She gave a soft smile and nodded. "And I think the three of us will get along fine." Emma took a seat on one of the chairs and looked about.<br/><br/>"This place is familiar to me. It exists in my world, but it is different. Here, it's an airport... where I'm from, it's one of the only safe bastions of humanity left, a quarantined zone, designed to keep the infected out, and the uninfected safe." She turned to Giselle and her face lit up. "Tell me about your home. I've... heard about your people from Jake, he speaks constantly of the mythical and fantastic..." She cupped her mouth with a hand. "Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say you weren't real but... where I'm from... we do not have your people... I didn't mean to offend..."