"They seem to like wanderin' enough," she replies arching a brow. "Reckon anyone cooped up does, though, much as they might say they don't." The thought of someone just sitting on a shelf and looking pretty until the Keeper returned as Mason had demanded is laughable at best. He might be content to sit on his foundations and rot, but she suspects most of them are more interested in movement now there's a freedom of it.

"Sounds like a land I could live in," she says in reply to the description of Angel's memory. The world she remembers is much less pleasant, though it's the one she feels bound to return to. "But it's strange. That don't sound like my world. Not a part I remember." She shakes her head. "How did it happen? You rememberin', I mean? It just come up on you?"