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"Ah," Jannick nodded, "Estás cansada?"

She was getting worn out, he could tell. She had almost fallen asleep. If there was a time to get any information, it was now.

Knowing the ethnicity of her name might seem trivial, but trivial information--which was more likely to be given up--could prove extremely helpful in the long run. While normally Jannick stressed quality over quantity, in a situation like this, a lot of information was better than no information. There was also the issue of lying, but she was tired and the truth would be easier on her.

"Do you have any friends?" he asked, "Or used to anyways?" She seemed like a private person, and he doubted it, but you never knew, "Ever kept a diary? Do you like to read or watch movies? Were you the only daughter in the family? Perhaps with a lot of brothers? Do you live by yourself? Do you have any pets? Typically speaking, are you loud or quiet among a group of peers? Do you like the color pink? Purple? How about unicorns? Do you play computer games? How old are you anyways?"

He finished his tirade of seemingly pointless questions, waiting for her answer.