She folded her hands, looking down at the floor for a moment, her lips pursed.  "Why were you heading to An-Teng, Mana?  What were you after?  And why was a single Lookshyan ranger heading to An-Teng, ALONE?  Did they want you to be captured and tortured, or worse, killed?"  She shook her head.  "And to also answer your question, no, I'm not an Exalted of the Unconquered Sun.  I am... a Chosen of a different caliber."  She smiled, and her body seemed to shimmer as she said this, and her hair went stark white, her eyes going almost golden.  "You, of course, won't remember this.  I'm sorry, but it's the only way I can avoid raising wrath that I'd rather not deal with," she said softly.