"It could be both," she supposes, leaning away a bit as she folds her hands in front of her. "That would not be so strange, all things considered...and all things can't be considered, as we've yet to remember it all."

But that's just babbling for the sake of filling in the space awkwardness would more comfortably fit...she likes neither.

"My name is Cecelia. I remember your face, I remember you staggering through the desert that preceded this manor. We spoke only briefly, however."