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Arlayna sighed, but held backa frustrated look. And here it looked like she was about to get some sort of a story for an answer to her question! Still, she glanced ahead, tilting her head to one side as she looked over what she couldn't see in the distance. All she saw were little moving specks; they were far too far away. She looked back as another person was added to their group, and watched her curiously as she protested. She grinned, looking back to Owen. "But what if they do want to play, like she said?" she asked, head again tilting to one side. "Can't we just play instead?" she asked.

And this was about where it was figured she was insane; her mind was little different from a child's. She glanced around to group, glance falling on the girl a little longer, then back to Owen. "And why do we have to pretend to be prisoners? Isn't that kind of like lying?" She knew that, by arguing with Owen, she had probably made him a little angry at her, but she wasn't overly worried by that fact. After all, she had done this sort of thing before and still gotten away alive.