The soft sultry tones of the red-lady's voice shift mid sentence and take on a much more familiar timbre.  Blinking slightly as her vision seems to blur, Tamara stares in disbelief into the Lukas's face.  Except something's different.  He's younger... not much, but a couple years.  And that scar on his eyebrow is fresh instead of the faded white it was when she saw him last.<br/><br/>But most of all there's the look in his eyes.  The one that tells her she isn't like the other women he's been with.  The one that made her open up to him in ways she'd never done with anyone else.  The care and concern and desire that had made her almost willing to give up everything for him.<br/><br/>Lowering her sword, she takes a hesitant step back.  He may be the Lukas from before... the event... but he's still Lukas.  And him asking her to embrace him doesn't seem quite right.  "How'd you... why are..."  She stutters and stammers, unable to find the words she needs.