[Ah. Just her luck, that when she chooses to indulge in her frustration, there's somebody there. Well, if the letter is to be believed and considering the... energy that this person projects, she's probably not going to be judged for her outburst. Hell, she's probably being judged for the uniform, which is pretty obviously military.

She snaps herself out of her musings, and nods.]

Yes, actually. I'm... not exactly sure where I am right now. The last thing I remember is... [Gunfire. The whipping of wind. Prayer dulling her mind. A grimace pulls at her face upon the recollection.] Well, let's just say that I didn't expect to wake up in a flower garden. The letter wasn't helpful, either.