"Hello," Blai says to her.

"I am the answer, but what is the question?"

"Perhaps it's 'who are these strange people going around saying cryptic things'."

"I am nothing, now and forever."

"Hey, that's a new one!"

"If you looked and sounded like nothing then we would not be having this conversation, but you take actions that are seen and heard, and I should like to know why."

"The absence of an answer is an answer too."

"It's strange... most people would be scared of you here, but she hardly seems to be feeling anything at all."

"I do not specifically desire that she be scared, although it has crossed my mind that it might be a more cooperative mood."

She doesn't say anything to that.

"Ma'am, is there something you are hoping to accomplish?"

"I reject my past, my present, and my future."

"What is that supposed to mean."

"I have never met a Rovagug cultist but if I were to wildly guess what they might sound like I might land on this."

She doesn't visibly react to that in any way!

"Huh, I'd've guessed they'd sound like Deskarans."

"I have tended to find them less abstract and more with the devouring-related metaphor, but there are more cultists down here than up north because there's no substantive civilian population up north." Shrug. "Ma'am, you have not committed a crime, but so you're aware, it is neither lawful nor wise to wander into a military camp and be cryptic there. I would advise you to make sure your colleagues know this for future reference."

"The absence of an answer is an answer too."

"Should I let her go?"