Her quick strides slow as the crush of beings becomes denser and denser, a funnel of living beings through the entrances to the large arena. She glances behind her making sure the small group she was with had fallen into place behind her as she trusted them to. She was a strong woman, she was a woman used to taking charge to leading. It was what she -did-. She exuded a regal air a way about her which demanded attention or at least acknowledgement. Her posture straight, her head held high she moves through the crowd, which subconsciously parts for her as she approaches.<br/><br/>She had heard the words between the child of Frost, and the Happy-go-lucky shapeshifter, to that a single of her white, sculpted eyebrows perk. As the small group makes their way into the stadium proper and the crowd thins out she finally speaks, her baritone, accented voice easily filling the hallway, even though she tried to keep her voice low.<br/><br/><strong>"I have to admit to a certain curiosity myself... What -was- I like from where you were from? Did I have a family? Was I married? What did I -do-?"</strong>She asks, her full, dark purple painted lips pursing in thought.<strong>"I do not mean to cause unease with the questions and if you would rather not answer, I understand completely." </strong>Her eyes shift between the blond woman and the tusken raider for a moment, knowing both of them where from realities other than her own, so the question posed to them both.