[she slows a bit to accommodate the other, feigning an interest in some of the view to be seen in one of those floor-to-ceiling windows they're nearing.]

The act of simply living and interacting tells us true enough, I wager. Whether or not our past has experiences which alter or stifle some natural proclivity is hard to say, but...we are all quite individual personalities, even without the full scope of our experiences at-hand.

[she lingers at the window, scanning what she can see of the hedge maze for signs of people moving through.]

Even before remembering anything else, I remembered languages and found my hand took to a pen very naturally. Whether I spent so long recording things as I do now, I cannot still say, but it wouldn't surprise me, either. What I remember of my life doesn't speak to it, but it must be so all the same.

[she glances sidelong toward the girl.]

I think...one could agonize quite a great deal about it, if one were of the predisposition to. But I daresay it wouldn't be the best use of one's time. Whether you mean to learn or not, memory will find you regardless all the same. Sometimes abruptly, sometimes after a clear signal.

And how we act now will certainly matter more than how we had previously, I think.