She takes the glasses hesitantly.  She puts them on and video appears and a voice is heard.  She has in instant urge to remove the glasses, but fights it to see her kitten.  All else going on, she loves that cat.  Miss Kit has been her only companion since she was parted from Gabe and longer in her fake memory.  The relief she feels as she sees her cat happy, healthy and well tended was honest and deep.  The video goes black and she hands back th glasses.  "Thank you."<br/><br/>She listens as he offers to get Miss Kit now.  She thinks about it a moment, weighing her desires against prudence.  "No, she is safe where she is.  She would not be so safe or well tended here as you take us away from here for who knows how long.  I will want her back though.  I miss her terribly."<br/><br/>"Now why don't you ask me what you really want to know? I know you didn't come find me just to ask about the cat, or you would have brought Lancelot along. What's eating you?"  He asks as he leans forward showing keen interest.<br/><br/>She takes a deep breath and dives in.  "It was obvious that as generous as you were with your knowledge of me, you still know more about me you haven't said."  She brings her eyes up to level with him.  "I can tell by the fragments of my drawings and the odd stories I write, some of which show these to be outlets for memories fighting to be remembered, there is more than one past I forget.  I can also bet that in a house of such unnatural power as this, they did not leave me untouched.  I mean, I know they messed with me for curing my disease, but what else?  From what I've learned, it isn't like them to not play more than just curing a disease.  I suspect there is much more, but I don't even know how to figure that out."  She drops her eyes to her hands.  Her voice cracking near the end of it.<br/><br/>She is grateful her silken dark strands never stay in place as they create a veil of black over her face.  Her mind so fragmented and lost clung to the simple life it was handed when she was parted from Gabriel.  It was easy and soft.  The pain of that distance biting at her so that she could not find it in her to demand better than the meager, loneliness she suffered in.  Such a suffering was preferrable to the pain of separation, especially when you didn't know what you were separated from or who.<br/><br/>"Gabriel has only seen interference turn into pain, so of course he does not trust you.  But I have fewer options available to me.  You seem to be the most knowledgable option."  Her voice goes softer yet "besides, your manner may not be the most loving, but you have shown no true intent to hurt me.  I think I might even trust you."