"Not really.  Lost means I have no fucking clue where I am, or how I got here."<br/><br/>She shrugs, trying to keep her cool.  "Granted, if you can find a middle ground in between that, since I am striking about fifty-fifty at the moment... That would be peachy.  I went shopping and ended up here."  For a split second, then she has a moment of inspiration.  "Not much you can really do with me, if it's that sort of toll.  Got made with the outside, none of the inside.  Sort of sucks when your master just wanted a doll to dress up."  She sounds a bit depressed, but hid any sort of annoyance.